Behind him) and ere you could e’er occur
Actaeon lived, Nimrod and Bahram-Gur.
In strength and speed and daring they excelled:
The stag they overtook, the lion felled.
Ah, yes, great hunters flourished before you,
And-for Munchausen lived-great talkers too.
There’ll be no more; there’s much to kill, but-well,
_You_ have left nothing in the world to tell!
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