LXX

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LXX

“The Emperor’s horrid bad; yes, that’s my cue!”

Some histories say that this was Hum’s last speech;

That, being fuddled, he went reeling through

The corridor, and scarce upright could reach

The stair-head; that being glutted as a leech,

And used, as we ourselves have just now said,

To manage stairs reversely, like a peach

Too ripe, he fell, being puzzled in his head

With liquor and the staircase: verdict⁠—found stone dead.