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It is impossible to do / Three diff'rent kinds of things at once; / A fact that must be patent to / The brain-pan of the dullest dunce; / Yet Marat somehow never knew it, / And died in an attempt to do it.
A Revolutionist was he; / The People's Friend, -- they called him so, -- / And many such there used to be / In France, a hundred years ago. / (For further notice see Carlyle, -- / If you can grapple with his style.)