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Poem	One that I cherished, Yea, loved as a son - Up early, up late with, My promising one: No use in good nurture, None, lads, none! Here on this settle He wore the true crown, King of good fellows, And Fat Jack was one - Now, Beadle of England In formal array - Best fellow alive On a throne flung away! Companions and cronies Keep fast and lament; - Come, drawer, more sack here To drown discontent; For now intuitions Shall wither to codes, Pragmatized morals Shall libel the gods. One I instructed, Yea, talked to -alone: Precept -example Clean away thrown! Sorrow makes thirsty: Sack, drawer, more sack! - One that I prayed for, I, Honest Jack! To bring down these grey hairs - To cut his old pal! But, I'll be magnanimous - Here's to thee Hal!
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