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On Seeing Verses Written Upon Windows At Inns (Epigrams On Windows)
By Jonathan Swift
The sage, who said he should be proud
Of windows in his breast,[1]
Because he ne'er a thought allow'd
That might not be confest;
His window scrawl'd by every rake,
His breast again would cover,
And fairly bid the devil take
The diamond and the lover.
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[Footnote 1: See on this "Notes and Queries," 10th S., xii, 497.]
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