A Street Fight. (To Mr F - - .) {38}
Sir, we approve your curling lip and nose At this vile sight. These men, these women are brute beasts? - Who knows, Sir, but that you are right? Panders and harlots, rogues and thieves and worse, We are a crew Whose pitiful plunder's honoured in the purse Of gentlemen like you. Whom holy Competition's taught (like us) "What's thine is mine!" - How we must love you who have made us thus, You may perhaps divine!
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"Sir, we approve your curling lip and nose..."
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