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Chapter 108 108

I would not imitate the petty thought,

Nor coin my self-love to so base a vice,

For all the glory your conversion brought,

Since gold alone should not have been its price,

You have your salary; was't for that you wrought?

And Wordsworth has his place in the Excise!

You're shabby fellows-true-but poets still,

And duly seated on

            
            

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