What of earls with whom you have supt,
And of dukes that you dined with yestreen?
Lord! a louse, Sir, is still but a louse,
Though it crawl on the curl of a queen.
The Toad-eater.
Robert Burns
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Poem topics: queen, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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