LXIX

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LXIX

“By ’r Lady! he is gone!” cries Hum, “and I,⁠—

(I own it),⁠—have made too free with his wine;

Old Crafticant will smoke me. By the by!

This room is full of jewels as a mine,⁠—

Dear valuable creatures, how ye shine!

Sometime to-day I must contrive a minute,

If Mercury propitiously incline,

To examine his scrutoire, and see what’s in it,

For of superfluous diamonds I as well may thin it.