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Golden Lads And Girls All Must As Chimney Sweepers Come To Dust.

Nay, We Must Think Men Are Not Gods, Nor Of Them Look For Such Observancy As Fits The Bridal.

The Truest Poetry Is The Most Feigning.

Myself Will Straight Aboard, And To The State This Heavy Act With Heavy Heart Relate.

Some Men There Are Love Not A Gaping Pig, Some That Are Mad If They Behold A Cat, And Others When The Bagpipe Sings I The Nose Cannot Contain Their Urine.