he'd not only beaten back the TB, he'd been sober longer
scene hath pass'd, Tail, talons, horns, are nowhere to be traced! As for the
foot, with which I can't dispense, 'Twould injure me in company, and hence,
Like many a youthful cavalier, False calves I now have worn for many a year.
I am beside myself with joy, To see once more the gallant Satan here!
Woman, no more that name employ!
But why! what mischief hath it done?
To fable - books it now doth appertain; But people from the change have
nothing won. Rid of the evil one, the evil ones remain. Lord Baron call thou