Prophets have honour all over the Earth, Except in the village where they were born, Where such as knew them boys from birth Nature-ally hold `em in scorn. When Prophets are naughty and young and vain, They make a won`erful grievance of it; (You can see by their writings how they complain), But 0, `tis won`erful good for the Prophet! There`s nothing Nineveh Town can give (Nor being swallowed by whales between), Makes up for the place where a man`s folk live, Which don`t care nothing what he has been. He might ha` been that, or he might ha` been this, But they love and they hate him for what he is.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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