Oh what a piecework man this is.
Some quintessence!
A real paragon express!
A little angel-action,
godlike apprehension of things
on the side - the usual.
Out on the promontory, barking mad,
fretting about with golden fire
and a case of the vapors.
In the end, forgoing all things that go heavily
for a customary exercise of hanging about
in pestilent congregations, disporting
one's goodly frame in form
admirably moving, noble in mirth
and infinite in disposition,
or potentially anyway.
It delights not women -
though by your smiling
you seem to say indeed.
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