Prejudice -Unfinished
How thou speak in staunchness
Though thou nimbus wanes ever more.
In prejudice thy justice lies
"'Tis a matter for the courts."
Now thou laugh with prideful belly
Assuredly thy confidence grows.
Under foot and under brow
"And lest thou forget; my nose."
"Forsooth can I," said he, "scarcely believe,"
"That thou seeeth not the truth."
Replied I,
"But my friend, I believe I do."
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