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Rh A farmer has more dignity.' One to another sighed and cried: The exorbitant dreams of beggary, That idleness had borne to pride, Sang through their teeth from noon to noon; And when the second twilight brought The frenzy of the beggars' moon They closed their blood-shot eyes for naught. One beggar cried: 'You're shamming sleep.' And thereupon their anger grew Till they were whirling in a heap.

They'd mauled and bitten the night through Or sat upon their heels to rail, And when old Guari came and stood Before the three to end this tale, They were commingling lice and blood. 'Time's up,' he cried, and all the three