There was an Old Man of Bohemia,
Whose daughter was christened Euphemia,
Till one day, to his grief,
She married a thief,
Which grieved that Old Man of Bohemia.
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by Patience Worth
Give me no trumpet!
Oh, let me declare myself-not holy,
But Godlike, for He is beyond the holiest.
Let me make bare before my brothers.
I have no bread but what is thine.