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Gentle Reader, charge your tumbler / With anaemic lemonade! / Let us toast our fellow-fumbler, / Who was surely born, not made. / None of all our friends is "dearer" / (Costs us more -- to be jocose -- ); / No relation could be nearer, / More intensely "close"!
Hear him indistinctly mumbling / "Oh, I say, do let me pay! " / Watch him in his pocket fumbling, / In a dilatory way; / Plumbing the unmeasured deeps there, / With some muttered vague excuse, / For the coinage that he keeps there, / But will not produce.