English poem
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Thus far is a fact: I reserve fancy For Fancy's more proper employment: And now she waves wing with enjoyment, To tell ye how preached the Superior, When somewhat our painter's exterior Was sweetened. He needed (no mincing The matter) much soaking and rinsing, Nay, rubbing with drugs odoriferous, Till, rid of his garments pestiferous, And, robed by the help of the Brotherhood In odds and ends,--this gown and t' other hood,-- His empty inside first well-garnished,-- He delivered a tale round, unvarnished.