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Rh And most I work for the pure love of it, Toiling among our friends and neighbours here. And if I sometimes cut the cards for them, Or stick a puppet full of corking pins Vexing a stingy, old, exacting spouse, To please a jealous or a weary wife Woman should stand by woman, that's my creed; The men are wolves who raven for the lambs, And we soft-hearted sheep must hold together. So much the world has taught poor Pomeroy!

Poor Pomeroy! You are misunderstood. There is a many words begin with P, That folks ill-natur'd still apply to you. Yet there is something I would ask youthis: A soothing potion, I desire a drug But not what made Ralph Archer sleep so sound This is to drowse Sylvester for to-night, One night, but not for ever!