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He stopped inside a tub, from choice, / But otherwise was well-conducted, / Altho' he raised a rasping voice / To persons who his view obstructed, / And threw a boot at anyone / Who robbed him of his patch of sun.
And thus he lived, without expense, / Arrayed in somewhat scant apparel, / His customary residence / The limits of an empty barrel; / (His spirits would perforce be good, / Maturing slowly "in the wood. ")