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"DISCHARGED HONOURABLY."
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And, as the General gave us
Only our part to do,
Tis enough to know we have wrought it so
That it shall prove us true.
If I were scholar to word it,
Were not so dull of speech,
'Tis a gladsome thought, that no soul is taught
More than its power can reach.
Thinking is thirsty, my woman ;
Reach me the cider down.
If the parson sweats when a thought he gets,
Well he may dwine and frown.
