"I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. Wood. And as a natural consequence, they don’t do so well, and they don’t get on—and so the world doesn’t pay them. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon. They were things I had meant very much to talk to you about, so that I went home vexed and disappointed, and only relieved myself a little by writing a few verses.
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