He will have it that I’ve taken leave of my senses. The chair was torture. “Really, Sir John,” she said, “I don’t know how to thank you. Jolly nose! the bright rubies that garnish thy tip Are dug from the mines of canary; And to keep up their lustre I moisten my lip With hogsheads of claret and sherry.
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