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Only the Doric little Morgue! The dead-house where you show your drowned: Petrarch’s Vaucluse makes proud the Sorgue, Your Morgue has made the Seine renowned. One pays one’s debt in such a case; I plucked up heart and entered,--stalked, Keeping a tolerable face Compared with some whose cheeks were chalked: Let them! No Briton’s to be balked!