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Because I gave a piece of silk / To my friend of the golden curls, / One (may the dogs devour him) threw a stone at my window, / And hooted and jeered and made base noise with his mouth. / Nay, worse, this son of a sea-slug (may his line perish) / Hurled hard names at my friend, / Calling her Tart, and Flusey, and Tom; and, as we walked together, / Cried: `Watcher, Nancy, who's yer friend with the melon face / And the bug-eaten cabbage-leaf on his head?'
The lean and scurvy dog that slinks about Pennyfields / Flew in great fear at sight of this reprover of our doings, / And came to me, and rubbed itself against my shoe.