Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. "Far from, it, Sir. 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. He knew she would be there, practicing alone in 118.
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