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1645 The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man For is it not his Bed— His Advocate—his Edifice? How safe his fallen Head In her disheveled Sanctity— Above him is the sky— Oblivion bending over him And Honor leagues away. Edited by Peter Carter
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