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I don't ever want anything to come in the way of me truthfully telling a story.rn
I don't ever want anything to come in the way of me truthfully telling a story.rn
 With a tale forsooth he cometh unto you, with a tale which 
holdeth children from play, and old men read more 
 With a tale forsooth he cometh unto you, with a tale which 
holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner. 
 A story, in which native humour reigns,
 Is often useful, always entertains;
  A graver fact, enlisted on read more 
 A story, in which native humour reigns,
 Is often useful, always entertains;
  A graver fact, enlisted on your side,
   May furnish illustration, well applied;
    But sedentary weavers of long tales
     Give me the fidgets, and my patience fails. 
 But that I am forbid
 To tell the secrets of my prison house,
  I could a tale read more 
 But that I am forbid
 To tell the secrets of my prison house,
  I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
   Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
    Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
     Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
      And each particular hair to stand on end
       Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. 
Out of their saddles into the dirt--and thereby hangs a tale.
Out of their saddles into the dirt--and thereby hangs a tale.
But that's another story.
But that's another story.
 At this point therefore let us begin our narrative, without 
adding any more to what has already been said; read more 
 At this point therefore let us begin our narrative, without 
adding any more to what has already been said; for it would be 
foolish to lengthen the preface while cutting short the history 
itself. 
 His eye begets occasion for his wit;
 For every object that the one doth catch
  The other read more 
 His eye begets occasion for his wit;
 For every object that the one doth catch
  The other turns to a mirth-moving jest,
   Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor,
    Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
     That aged ears play truant at his tales,
      And younger hearings are quite ravished,
       So sweet and voluble is his discourse. 
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!