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Your brave college-butlers
Muſt ſtoop to the ſutlers;
There’s ne’er a library like to the cutler’s.

The blood that was ſpilt, ſir,
Hath gain’d all the gilt, ſir,
Thus have you ſeen me run my ſword up to the hilt, ſir.