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Alas, poor Ludo! I knew him, Jon;
a canine of infinite jest,
of most excellent fancy;
He hath grasped many in his jaw a thousand times.
And now,
how abhorred in my imagination it is!
My gorge rises at it.
Here flashed those teeth
that I have avoided
I know not how oft.
Where be your snapping now?
Your growls?
Your barks?
Your flashes of temperament,
That were wont to set the table on a roar?
a canine of infinite jest,
of most excellent fancy;
He hath grasped many in his jaw a thousand times.
And now,
how abhorred in my imagination it is!
My gorge rises at it.
Here flashed those teeth
that I have avoided
I know not how oft.
Where be your snapping now?
Your growls?
Your barks?
Your flashes of temperament,
That were wont to set the table on a roar?