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Had he kith now or kin, were access To his heart, did I press; Just a son or a mother to seize! No such booty as these. Were it simply a friend to pursue 'Mid my million or two, Who could pay me in person or pelf What he owes me himself! No; I could not but smile through my chafe; For the fellow lay safe As his mates do, the midge and the nit --Through minuteness, to wit.