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"A barbered woman's man," -- yes, so / He seemed to me a twelvemonth since; / And so he may be -- let it go -- / Admit his flaws -- we need not wince / To find our noblest not all great. / What of it? He is still the prince, / And we the pages of his state.
The world applauds his words; his fame / Is noised wherever knowledge be; / Even the trader hears his name, / As one far inland hears the sea; / The lady quotes him to the beau / Across a cup of Russian tea; / They know him and they do not know.