Paul Clifford, Volume 6.

Paul Clifford, Volume 6.

Edward Bulwer-Lytton

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Paul Clifford, Volume 6. by Edward Bulwer-Lytton

Paul Clifford, Volume 6. Chapter 1 No.1

Laugh with us at the prince and the palace,

In the wild wood-life there is better cheer;

Would you board your mirth from your neighbour's malice,

Gather it up in our garners here.

Some kings their wealth from their subjects wring,

While by their foes they the poorer wax;

Free go the men of the wise wood-king,

And it is only our foes we tax.

Leave the cheats of trade to the shrewd gude-wife

Let the old be knaves at ease;

Away with the tide of that dashing life

Which is stirred by a constant breeze!

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