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One morning, at the season of Clear Weather, / As I sat alone in my Tea-House of the Refined White Lily, / A stranger of affable address approached me, / And showed me, with a multitude of argument, / To what advantage I should come / Were I to place the whole of my substance with him, / Even to my shirt, / As a token of my faith in Ice Cream Cornet for the Lincolnshire.
And because I would not do so, / He withdrew himself from me as from one of mean birth and behaviour, / Reviling me with the name of "No-Sport," / And other characters of opprobrium.
But this person told him / That he carried always on written leaves / The words of his august father, / Concerning horses and women, and the wind in the hills / and the hooting of owls.
He did not tell him that he knew full well / That Ice Cream Cornet was a non-starter for the Lincolnshire.