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Another Warning! Your Newsman I, and humbly crave;Again to sing my New Year's Stave: Last year I gave you breathing time; And did not preach in all my rhyme; . . . . Command his services, and he Your's most obsequiously will be: Your smiles shall speed his tripping feet, Your Mite shall make those smiles most sweet. || *[asterisked insert] And thus from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale." Shakespear [taken from "As You Like It."]