S of t I would hear praised.

        I    the house, gone up and down

        As a man does who has published a new book,

        Or a young girl dressed out in her new gown,

        And turalk by hook or crook

        Until    theme,

        A ale she had read,

        A man fusedly in a half dream

        As ther name ran in his head.

        S of t I would hear praised.

        I alk no more of books or the long war

        But il I have found

        Some beggar sering from there

        Maalk until her name e round.

        If there be rags enough he will know her name

        And be , for in the old days,

        though she had young mens praise and old mens blame,

        Among th old and young gave her praise.
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