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Whether He the quaint savant's power<br />doth held I now not,<br />Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth He is -<br />Zuoth I that for reasons to me oblivious<br />August of a granditude of servants is He held,<br /><br />And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host addéd are -<br /><br />Pelf they are, dare I say!<br /><br />Maugre His diurnal serphic deviltry<br />I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! -<br /><br />Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is;<br />To claim the glore is He suffer'd.<br /><br />Grant me the fatlings, gouth He,the fatter the better!<br />And died they of starvation;<br />They are not slaughtering their fatlings -<br />They are slaughtering 'hemselves.<br /><br />Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask,<br />And dare I say this burthen weightful was,<br /><br />Wrack of His machine - like motion was I naméd,<br />Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt<br /><br />The machine alike - yet whettéd and dight are its edges...
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Whether He the quaint savant's power<br />doth held I now not,<br />Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth He is -<br />Zuoth I that for reasons to me oblivious<br />August of a granditude of servants is He held,<br /><br />And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host addéd are -<br /><br />Pelf they are, dare I say!<br /><br />Maugre His diurnal serphic deviltry<br />I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! -<br /><br />Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is;<br />To claim the glore is He suffer'd.<br /><br />Grant me the fatlings, gouth He,the fatter the better!<br />And died they of starvation;<br />They are not slaughtering their fatlings -<br />They are slaughtering 'hemselves.<br /><br />Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask,<br />And dare I say this burthen weightful was,<br /><br />Wrack of His machine - like motion was I naméd,<br />Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt<br /><br />The machine alike - yet whettéd and dight are its edges...
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