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OF PACCHIAROTTO,
You'd know, as you hissed, spat and sputtered,
Clear "quack-quack" is easily uttered!
Clear "quack-quack" is easily uttered!
29.
Lo, I've laughed out my laugh on this mirth-day!
Beside, at week's end, dawns my birth-day,
That hebdome, hieron emar—
(More things in a day than you deem are!)
—Tei gar Apollona chrusaora
Egeinato Leto. So, gray or ray
Betide me, six days hence, I'm vexed here
By no sweep, that's certain, till next year!
"Vexed?"—roused from what else were insipid ease!
Leave snoring a-bed to Pheidippides!
We'll up and work! won't we, Euripides?
Lo, I've laughed out my laugh on this mirth-day!
Beside, at week's end, dawns my birth-day,
That hebdome, hieron emar—
(More things in a day than you deem are!)
—Tei gar Apollona chrusaora
Egeinato Leto. So, gray or ray
Betide me, six days hence, I'm vexed here
By no sweep, that's certain, till next year!
"Vexed?"—roused from what else were insipid ease!
Leave snoring a-bed to Pheidippides!
We'll up and work! won't we, Euripides?
