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A poor old king, with sorrow for my crown,
Throned upon straw, and mantled with the wind— For pity, my own tears have made me blind That I might never see my children's frown;
And, may be, madness, like a friend, has thrown A folded fill...

Delirious Bulldogs; -- echoing
My daughter, -- green as summer grass; --The long supine Plebeian ass,
The nasty crockery boring falls; --Tom-Moory Pathos; -- all things bare, --With such a turket
such a hen