| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - for good Christians to go;He would heard from his parson a sermon sublime,Where he proved from the Vulgate, to dance was a crime.'So, folding the cowl round his cynical head,He took from the sideboard a bumper, and fled.A song was desired, but each musical flowerHad 'taken a cold, and 'twas out of her power';Till sufficently urged, they broke forth in a strainOf quavers and trills that astonish would the
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