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PROLOGUE.

Pray, Reader, have you eaten ortolansEver in Italy? Recall how cooks there cook them: for my plan 'sTo—Lyre with Spit ally. They pluck the birds,—some dozen luscious lumps,Or more or fewer,—Then roast them, heads by heads and rumps by rumps,Stuck on a skewer.
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