“Integer vitæ scelerisque purus.”

  Fuscus, old scout, if a guy’s on the level That’s all the arsenal he’ll have to tote; Up to St. Peter or down to the Devil, No need to carry a gun in his coat.

That’s all the arsenal he’ll have to tote;

No need to carry a gun in his coat.

  Prowling around, as you know is my habit, I met a wolf in the forest, and he Beat it for Wolfville and ran like a rabbit. (He was some wolf, too, receive it from me.)

I met a wolf in the forest, and he

(He was some wolf, too, receive it from me.)

  Where I may happen to camp is no matter,— Paris, Chicago, Ostend or St. Joe,—  Like the old dame in the nursery patter I shall make music wherever I go.

Paris, Chicago, Ostend or St. Joe,—

I shall make music wherever I go.

  Drop me in Dawson or chuck me in Cadiz, Dump me in Kansas or plant me in Rome,—  I shall keep on making love to the ladies: Where there’s a skirt is my notion of home.

Dump me in Kansas or plant me in Rome,—

Where there’s a skirt is my notion of home.

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II

DUETTO

“Donec gratus eram.”

“Donec gratus eram.”

 HORACE:  What time my Lydia owned me lord No Persian king had much on Horace; And when you blew my bed and board I was some sad, believe me, Mawruss.

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