You common cry of curs whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, -I banish you.
You common cry of curs whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, -I banish you.
And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
Statesman all over, in plots famous grown, He mouths a sentence, as curs mouth a bone.
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