In Old Palace Yard everybody ran. With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. Jolly nose! he who sees thee across a broad glass Beholds thee in all thy perfection; And to the pale snout of a temperate ass Entertains the profoundest objection. His vicious abusiveness vanished. In the next box hangs the rope by which he suffered. There you are, the best client’s chair. “Our business here is the right way.
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