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So one by one were the stories told,
With due good nature by young and old;
From authors that now are but a name—
From many that still have need of fame;
And if the writer of this same book
The other writers should overlook,
And give such things as were gathered then
From his imperfect though willing pen,
Who blames him?—he does not care to fight
Suits for infringement of copyright.
With due good nature by young and old;
From authors that now are but a name—
From many that still have need of fame;
And if the writer of this same book
The other writers should overlook,
And give such things as were gathered then
From his imperfect though willing pen,
Who blames him?—he does not care to fight
Suits for infringement of copyright.
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