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           I knew Anselmo. He was shrewd and prudent,

                Wisdom and cunning had their shares of him;

                But he was shrewish as a wayward child,

           And pleased again by toys which childhood please;

           As — book of fables, graced with print of wood,

                Or else the jingling of a rusty medal,

                Or the rare melody of some old ditty,

           That first was sung to please King Pepin's cradle