brayed Adam braying, recommended Adam of King's tear-full,
every mimicky bird art thou, world-intolerable
son to what daylight done, yes!, Virginia's hardly the
only dust, my good thee, that would flesh herself to
your back foot rather than turn a lachrymose face to words
patiently roasted, ascended, & reverend!
once was only your trap flapping, then a war of several lips -
O, declaims Virginia, O the charms of rival minutiae!
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