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The climate is intensely cold; / Wild curates would not drag me there; / Not tho' they brought great bags of gold, / And piled them underneath my chair. / If twenty bishops bade me go, / I should decidedly say, 'No!'
_MORAL_
If ev'ry man has got his price, / As generally is agreed, / You will, by taking my advice, / Let yours be very large indeed. / Corruption is not nice at all, / Unless the bribe be far from small.