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The monks are almost in their graves!
'Thou Bourbon of the monastery;
Thou Spider of a better day;
Weak vassal tricked in royal doubts,
Boy Kaiser with the lip in pouts;
Base gambler for old Inellie's crown,
Barnacle on his past renown!
Speak Prince and Kaiser, Priest & Czar!
If this be Love Pray what is war?"