Another Posthumous Sheep Seeing The Lightby
StagoleeComment by posthumous: a sheep
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your baas now? your
gambols? your bleats? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the barnyard on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that.
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