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7998	Aristophanes	The Frogs			.txt	text/plain	14872	2375	100	Their plays, and hear those jokes, I come away Who knows not well what the Mystics tell, or is not holy and pure of O, come with the joy of thy festival song, Come then, if you're so _very_ brave a man, O you're jesting, I shall not let you off: there's such a lovely that's spoken Like a true slave: that's what I love To sit third-man: and then if Aeschylus win, Come, my fine fellow, pray don't talk too big. Come, tell me what are the points for which a noble poet our praise _Be thou my saviour and mine aid to-day, For here I come, and his bottle of oil to this: _No man is blest in every single thing. Come, speak your lines: this is your last set-to. Advise the city, _he_ shall come with me. Till I come once more by thy side to sit.	./cache/7998.txt	./txt/7998.txt