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Whence—the comfort set a-strutting,
 Whence—the outcry "Haste, behold!
Bard's breast open wide, past shutting,
 Shows what brass we took for gold!"

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Friends, I doubt not he'd display you
 Brass—myself call oreichalc,—
Furnish much amusement; pray you
 Therefore, be content I baulk
Him and you, and bar my portal!
 Here's my work outside: opine
What's inside me mean and mortal!
 Take your pleasure, leave me mine!