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Fallentis semita vit Hor	A
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Near a small village in the West	B
Where many very worthy people	C
Eat drink play whist and do their best	B
To guard from evil Church and steeple	C
There stood alas it stands no more	A
A tenement of brick and plaster	A
Of which for forty years and four	A
My good friend Quince was lord and master	A
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Welcome was he in hut and hall	D
To maids and matrons peers and peasants	E
He won the sympathies of all	D
By making puns and making presents	E
Though all the parish were at strife	F
He kept his counsel and his carriage	G
He laughed and loved a quiet life	F
And shrank from Chancery suits and marriage	G
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Sound was his claret and his head	H
Warm was his double ale and feelings	I
His partners at the whist club said	H
That he was faultless in his dealings	I
He went to church but once a week	J
Yet Dr Poundtext always found him	K
An upright man who studied Greek	J
And liked to see his friends around him	K
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Asylums hospitals and schools	L
He used to swear were made to cozen	M
All who subscribed to them were fools	L
And he subscribed to half a dozen	M
It was his doctrine that the poor	A
Were always able never willing	N
And so the beggar at his door	A
Had first abuse and then a shilling	N
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Some public principles he had	O
But was no flatterer nor fretter	A
He rapped his box when things were bad	O
And said 'I cannot make them better '	-
And much he loathed the patriot's snort	P
And much he scorned the placeman's snuffle	D
And cut the fiercest quarrels short	P
With ' ' Patience gentlemen and shuffle ' '	-
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For full ten years his pointer Speed	Q
Had couched beneath her master's table	D
For twice ten years his old white steed	Q
Had fattened in his master's stable	D
Old Quince averred upon his troth	R
They were the ugliest beasts in Devon	M
And none knew why he fed them both	R
With his own hands six days in seven	M
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Whene'er they heard his ring or knock	S
Quicker than thought the village slatterns	L
Flung down the novel smoothed the frock	S
And took up Mrs Glasse and patterns	L
Adine was studying baker's bills	L
Louisa looked the queen of knitters	L
Jane happened to be hemming frills	L
And Bell by chance was making fritters	L
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But all was vain and while decay	T
Came like a tranquil moonlight o'er him	K
And found him gouty still and gay	T
With no fair nurse to bless or bore him	K
His rugged smile and easy chair	A
His dread of matrimonial lectures	L
His wig his stick his powdered hair	A
Were themes for very strange conjectures	L
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Some sages thought the stars above	U
Had crazed him with excess of knowledge	V
Some heard he had been crost in love	U
Before he came away from College	G
Some darkly hinted that his Grace	L
Did nothing great or small without him	K
Some whispered with a solemn face	L
That there was 'something odd about him '	-
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I found him at threescore and ten	M
A single man but bent quite double	D
Sickness was coming on him then	M
To take him from a world of trouble	D
He prosed of slipping down the hill	D
Discovered he grew older daily	D
One frosty day he made his will	D
The next he sent for Doctor Bailey	D
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And so he lived and so he died	W
When last I sat beside his pillow	D
He shook my hand and 'Ah ' he cried	W
'Penelope must wear the willow	D
Tell her I hugged her rosy chain	M
While life was flickering in the socket	X
And say that when I call again	M
I ' bring a licence in my pocket	X
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'I've left my house and grounds to Fag	Y
I hope his master's shoes will suit him	K
And I've bequeathed to you my nag	Y
To feed him for my sake or shoot him	K
The Vicar's wife will take old Fox	L
She ' find him an uncommon mouser	A
And let her husband have my box	L
My Bible and my Assmanshauser	A
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' Whether I ought to die or not	Z
My Doctors cannot quite determine	M
It 's only clear that I shall rot	Z
And be like Priam food for vermin	M
My debts are paid but Nature's debt	A2
Almost escaped my recollection	M
Tom we shall meet again and yet	A2
I cannot leave you my direction '	-

Winthrop Mackworth Praed

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