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The monarch handled o’er and o’er again

These day-school hieroglyphics with a sigh;

Somewhat in sadness, but pleased in the main,

Till this oracular couplet met his eye

Astounded⁠—Cupid, I do thee defy!

It was too much. He shrunk back in his chair,

Grew pale as death and fainted⁠—very nigh!

“Pho! nonsense!” exclaim’d Hum, “now don’t despair:

She does not mean it really. Cheer up, hearty⁠—there!