| ‘Time to put off the world and go somewhere |
| And find my health again in the sea air,’ |
| Beggar to beggar
cried, being frenzy-struck, |
| ‘And make my soul before my pate is bare.’ |
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| ‘And get a comfortable wife and
house |
| To rid me of the devil in my shoes,’ |
| Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, |
| ‘And the worse
devil that is between my thighs.’ |
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| ‘And though I’d marry with a comely lass, |
| She need not be too comely—let
it pass,’ |
| Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, |
| ‘But there’s a devil in a looking-glass.’ |
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| ‘Nor should
she be too rich, because the rich |
| Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch,’ |
| Beggar to beggar cried,
being frenzy-struck, |
| ‘And cannot have a humorous happy speech.’ |
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| ‘And there I’ll grow respected at my
ease, |
| And hear amid the garden’s nightly peace,’ |
| Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, |
| ‘The wind-
blown clamour of the barnacle-geese.’ |