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Herbert.
Nay, Menzies, you should rather say,
St. George for Merry England, now!

Sandy.
That surely is a phantom cry,
Hollow and vain for many years.

Menzies.
I hear the idle workmen sigh;
I hear the drip of women's tears.

Basil.
I hear the laughing, singing voice
Of Shakespeare warming England through;
His birthday, this.

Herbert.
Again rejoice,
For this is Wordsworth's birthday, too.

Menzies.
I hear the agitator shout;
I hear the broker cheapen love;
I hear poor ladies crying out
For license men are weary of.

Herbert.