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   And now by your leave I will try to expound it,

   In truth as it is and the way that I found it.

   My dinner, sometimes, like things transcendental

   And things more substantial, like women and wine

   A thing is, uncertain, and quite accidental,

   And sometimes I wonder, “Oh! where shall I dine?”

   It was when reflecting one evening of late,

   What tavern or hotel or dining-room skinner,

   With table cloth dirty and dirtier plate,

   Would give me a nausea and call it a dinner,

   I met with Jack Merdle, a name fully known

   As good for a million in Stock-gamblers’ Street,

   Where none but a nabob or forger high flown

   With “bulls” or with “bears” need look for a seat.