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When I tell a tale of virtue and of injured innocence, / Then my publishers and lawyers are the densest of the dense: / With the blank face of an image and the nod of keep-it-dark / And a wink of mighty meaning at their confidential clerk.
(When, Ohl tell me when shall poets cease to be misunderstood? / When, Oh! When? shall people reckon rhymers can be any good? / Do their work and pay their debts and drink their pint of beer, and then, / Look in woman's eyes and leave them, just like ordinary men? )