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Brandenburg
Old duke, with the long white beard,
Of what woe art thou afeared?
Of what woe art thou afeared?
What unplumbed and deathly wound
Gapes unto thine eyes profound?
Gapes unto thine eyes profound?
What disastrous blaze of wing
Smoulders in thy ruby ring?
Smoulders in thy ruby ring?
From thy cup gleams what disgrace
From they napkin what dismays?
From they napkin what dismays?
Like a dreamer answereth he
“It is one shall follow me,
“It is one shall follow me,
“Without virtue, without lust,
A bowellessness, a painted dust
A bowellessness, a painted dust
“Perk'd up in our powerful seats
For a race of liars and cheats,
For a race of liars and cheats,
“Whom he knoweth not to contemn—
Cozening, and not ruling them!”
Cozening, and not ruling them!”
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