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FROM ‘SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER'
LET school-masters puzzle their brain, / With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; / Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, / Gives ‘genus' a better discerning. / Let them brag of their heathenish gods, / Their Lethes, their Styxes, and Stygians: / Their Quis, and their Quaes, and their Quods, / They're all but a parcel of Pigeons. / Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.