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CANTO III.
Scarmoges.
"And did you really walk," said I,
"On such a wretched night?
I always fancied ghosts could fly—
If not exactly in the sky,
Yet at a fairish height."
"It's very well," he said, "for kings
To fly above the earth:
But Phantoms often find that wings,
Like many other pleasant things,
Cost more than they are worth.