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1    1,   1|    Elmire]~There! That’s the kind of rigmarole to please you,~
2    1,   6|     usual strain of all your kind;~They must have every one
3    1,   6|   and true.~And as I find no kind of hero more~To be admired
4    1,   6|     too many of this canting kind.~Still, the sincere are
5    1,   6|   would have ’em.~That is my kind of man, that is true living,~
6    4,   3| Heaven preserve me from that kind of honour!~I like my virtue