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Devil a country gentleman was boastful of his property. It was all he had to boast about among the poets; Ben, chafed out of all decency and patience, at last roared,
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What signify to us your dirt and your clods? Where you have an acre of land I have ten acres of wit!
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Have you so, good Mr. Wise-acre, retorted Master Shallow.
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Why, now, Ben, cried out a laughing friend,
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I' faith, I never was so pricked by a hobnail before,
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Devil of Randolph, a clever poet and dramatist, who became a clergyman, and died young. The young poet, who had squandered all his money away in London pleasures, on a certain night, before he returned to Cambridge, resolved to go and see Ben and his associates at the
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Devil, cost what it might. But there were two great obstacles--he was poor, and he was not invited. Nevertheless, drawn magnetically by the voices of the illustrious men in the Apollo, Randolph at last peeped in at the door among the waiters. Ben's quick eye soon detected the eager, pale face and the scholar's threadbare habit.
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John Bo-peep, he shouted,