LXXXIV.

He paused—and so will I; as doth a crew

Before they give their broadside. By and by,

My gentle countrymen, we will renew

Our old acquaintance; and at least I'll try

To tell you truths you will not take as true,

Because they are so;—a male Mrs. Fry,[558]With a soft besom will I sweep your halls,

And brush a web or two from off the walls.

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