Would ruin an Astor or Coutts;
His knowledge of ethics was dim;
The goody tried fooling with him, -
He fastened his teeth with a vim
In what she describes as her "limb";
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She threatens to institute "shoots,"
Until
I kill
"That murdherous baste uv a dog."
The Proctor don't like him at all,
Nor the Freshman just over the way;
He's losing his wits
And has spasms and fits, -
At least half a dozen a day.
I think I shall take him, some night,
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Sophomore Studies at Yale.
