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Rh And mock him to his face and then Hollo him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.'

We should be dazed and terror struck, If we but saw in dreams that room, Those wine-drenched eyes, and curse our luck That emptied all our days to come. I knew a woman none could please, Because she dreamed when but a child Of men and women made like these; And after, when her blood ran wild, Had ravelled her own story out, And said, 'In two or in three years I need must marry some poor lout,' And having said it burst in tears. Since, tavern comrades, you have died, Maybe your images have stood, Mere bone and muscle thrown aside, Before that roomful or as good. You had to face your ends when young&mdash; 'Twas wine or women, or some curse&mdash;