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Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ;
es, IF I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers :
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
V He hath eaten me out of house and home.
How many thousand of my poorest subjects
* Not“ departed friend,” as erroneously printed in some copies.