Ode 1.38

My frand, I am seeck, an' I talla you w'at,
Dees grandness, eet maka me—w'at you call—hot!
See, roses an' ribbons all ovra da place;
I tal you, my frand, eet ees bigga deesgrace.

Oh my! soocha fooleeshness geeve me a pain.
Com' back to Italia's sweetness again!
An' Rosa, weeth myrtle-leaves steeck 'een her hair,
Gon' breeng da Chianti for dreenk weeth us dere.
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