Epigram

Quoth Satan to Arnold: " My worthy good fellow,
I love you much better than ever I did;
You live like a prince, with Hal may get mellow, —
But mind that you both do just what I bid. "

Quoth Arnold to Satan: " My friend, do not doubt me!
I will strictly adhere to all your great views;
To you I'm devoted, with all things about me —
You 'll permit me, I hope, to die in my shoes. "
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