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SONGS OF THE ROAD
And not a worshipper within the church
But must have smiled to see the marbled fraud?
Surely this touches you? But if by chance
My reasoning still leaves you obdurate,
I'll lay one final plea. I pray you look
On my presentment, as it reaches you.
My features shall be sponsors for my fame;
My brow shall speak when Shakespeare's voice is dumb,
And be his warrant in an age to come.
