LXIII

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LXIII

“Why, Hum, you’re getting quite poetical!

Those nows you managed in a special style.”

“If ever you have leisure, Sire, you shall

See scraps of mine will make it worth your while,

Tit-bits for Phœbus!⁠—yes, you well may smile.

Hark! hark! the bells!” “A little further yet,

Good Hum, and let me view this mighty coil.”

Then the great Emperor full graceful set

His elbow for a prop, and snuff’d his mignonette.