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"I'm an owl: you're another. Sir Critic, good day." And the
barber kept on shaving.
"I'm an owl: you're another. Sir Critic, good day." And the
barber kept on shaving.
A farmer travelling with his load
Picked up a horseshoe on the road,
And nailed if fast read more
A farmer travelling with his load
Picked up a horseshoe on the road,
And nailed if fast to his barn door,
That luck might down upon him pour;
That every blessing known in life
Might crown his homestead and his wife,
And never any kind of harm
Descend upon his growing farm.
"Paint me as I am," said Cromwell,
"Rough with age and gashed with wars;
Show my visage read more
"Paint me as I am," said Cromwell,
"Rough with age and gashed with wars;
Show my visage as you find it,
Less than truth my soul abhors."