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One Time there lived (that is to say, / If half a crust of bread a day / And sleeping on a bed of hay / May so be rated) / A Gentle Youth who tuned his lay / To all the Metres of the day, / But was not, I regret to say, / Appreciated.
In Market-place or Public Way / He read his ode or sang his lay, / As was the custom of the day, / But none suggested / A Laurel Wreath or Crown of Bay: / Instead, one morn, to his dismay, / While spouting forth a Tragic Play, / He was arrested.