Iagove reflects:
"Thus do we ever make you fools our purse:
For Tories own gain'd knowledge should profane,
If we would time expend with plebians.
But for my sport and profit. I hate you all:
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"Thus do we ever make you fools our purse:
For Tories own gain'd knowledge should profane,
If we would time expend with plebians.
But for my sport and profit. I hate you all:
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And it is thought abroad, our sick elites
Are but leeching sophists: I know that it be true;
For I know men of Eton in that kind,
Who never parted puberty. They hold you low;
The better shall their purpose work on you.
Are but leeching sophists: I know that it be true;
For I know men of Eton in that kind,
Who never parted puberty. They hold you low;
The better shall their purpose work on you.
Boris’s a shag-worn man: let me see now:
To get his place and to plume up my will
In double knavery--How, how? Let's see --
After some time, to abuse politicos’ ears
That he is too familiar with their lives.
He hath a hundred thousand dead disposed;
Would they reflect it?
To get his place and to plume up my will
In double knavery--How, how? Let's see --
After some time, to abuse politicos’ ears
That he is too familiar with their lives.
He hath a hundred thousand dead disposed;
Would they reflect it?
Graves that make his reign false?
The Boor is of a ditch-sucked broken nature,
That thinks men jarring inconveniences,
And will as tenderly be led by the nose
As asses are.
I have't. Iagove’s scheme! Hell and night
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light."
The Boor is of a ditch-sucked broken nature,
That thinks men jarring inconveniences,
And will as tenderly be led by the nose
As asses are.
I have't. Iagove’s scheme! Hell and night
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light."
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