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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - The Critic
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I HAD a fellow as my guest,
Not knowing he was such a pest,
And gave him just my usual fare;
He ate his fill of what was there,

And for desert my best things swallow`d,
Soon as his meal was o`er, what follow`d?
Led by the Deuce, to a neighbour he went,
And talk`d of my food to his heart`s content:
"The soup might surely have had more spice,
The meat was ill-brown`d, and the wine wasn`t nice."
A thousand curses alight on his head!
`Tis a critic, I vow! Let the dog be struck dead!
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