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XXXIII

“Gad! he’s obliged to stick to business!

For chalk, I hear, stands at a pretty price;

And as for aqua vitæ⁠—there’s a mess!

The dentes sapientioe of mice

Our barber tells me too are on the rise,⁠—

Tinder’s a lighter article,⁠—nitre pure

Goes off like lightning,⁠—grains of Paradise

At an enormous figure!⁠—stars not sure!⁠—

Zodiac will not move without a slight douceur!