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XXIII.
The greetings over to the king,Now strive, my Muse, in stile to sing,
Whilst I, ambitious, try to reach
The bathos of a royal speech.
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Thus spoke great Gog with accents thrilling,
“To make some comments on the fate
Of this our most puissant state,
It is our wish and order royal,
That all should listen and be loyal;
No coughing must be heard, or sneezing,
Which to our hearing is displeasing,
So let Bas-Bleusians all be quiet,
And, if they can, refrain from riot.”
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