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815 So from his pocket Peter takes His shining horn tobacco box; And, in a light and careless way, As men who with their purpose play, Upon the lid he knocks. SO FROM HIS POCKET PETER TAKES HIS SHINING HORN TOBACCO BOX AND IN A LIGHT AND CARELESS WAY AS MEN WHO WITH THEIR PURPOSE PLAY UPON THE LID HE KNOCKS
might prevent! Kind Listeners, that around me sit, I feel that I am all unfit For such high argument. 790 I've played, I've danced, [89] with my narration; I loitered long ere I began: Ye waited then on my good pleasure; Pour out indulgence still, in measure As liberal as ye can! 795 Our Travellers, ye remember well, Are thridding a sequestered lane; And Peter many tricks is trying, And many anodynes applying, To ease his conscience of its pain. 800 By this his heart is lighter far; And, finding that he can account So snugly [90] for that crimson stain, His evil spirit up again Does like an empty bucket mount. 805 And Peter is a deep logician Who hath no lack of wit mercurial; "Blood drops--leaves rustle--yet," quoth he, "This poor man never, but for me, Could have had Christian burial. 810 "And, say the best you can, 'tis plain, That here has [91] been some wicked dealing; No doubt the devil in me wrought; I'm not the man who could have thought An Ass like this was worth the stealing! E WITH PETER BELL OH WOULD THAT SOME MORE SKILFUL VOICE MY FURTHER LABOUR MIGHT PREVENT KIND LISTENERS THAT AROUND ME SIT I FEEL THAT I AM ALL UNFIT FOR SUCH HIGH ARGUMENT I'VE PLAYED I'VE DANCED WITH MY NARRATION I LOITERED LONG ERE I BEGAN YE WAITED THEN ON MY GOOD PLEASURE POUR OUT INDULGENCE STILL IN MEASURE AS LIBERAL AS YOU CAN OUR TRAVELLERS YOU REMEMBER WELL ARE THRIDDLING A SEQUESTERED LANE AND PETER MANY TRICKS IS TRYING AND MANY ANODYNES APPLYING TO EASE HIS CONSCIENCE OF ITS PAIN BY THIS HIS HEART IS LIGHTER FAR AND FINDING THAT HE CAN ACCOUNT SO SNUGLY FOR THAT CRIMSON STAIN HIS EVIL SPIRIT UP AGAIN DOES LIKE AN EMPTY BUCKET MOUNT AND PETER IS A DEEP LOGICIAN WHO HATH NO LACK OF WIT MERE CURIAL BLOOD DROPS LEAVES RUSTLE YET QUOTH HE THIS POOR MAN NEVER BUT FOR ME COULD HAVE HAD CHRISTIAN BURIAL AND SAY THE BEST YOU CAN TIS PLAIN THAT HERE HAS BEEN SOME WICKED DEALING NO DOUBT THE DEVIL IN ME ROT I'M NOT THE MAN WHO COULD HAVE THOUGHT AN ASS LIKE THIS WAS WORTH THE STEALING
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