I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassel; oh dear me!
what marvellous loves I dreamed of!
My only pair of breeches had a big hole in them.- Stargazing Tom
Thumb, I sowed rhymes along the way.
My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear. – My stars in the sky
rustled softly.
And I listened to them, sitting on the road-sides on those pleasant
September evenings while I felt drops of dew on my forehead like
vigorous wine;
and while, rhyming among the fantastical shadows, I plucked like the
strings of a lyre the elastics of my tattered boots, one foot close to my
heart!

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