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Upon Fone A Schoolmaster. Epig

Robert Herrick

Fone says, those mighty whiskers he does wear
Are twigs of birch, and willow, growing there:
If so, we'll think too, when he does condemn
Boys to the lash, that he does whip with them.

(C) Robert Herrick
03/10/2020


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