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252
Every Cretan is said to lie,
And steeds that canter pant.
The gods drank nectar, old and dry,
And all men may recant.
Finally this key extend
Take from en(trance)d the end.
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253
The charade—
My captive second, sulking in my first,
Might surlily bemoan his fate accurst;
Bemoan, or as alternative you find
My whole the word that fits his state of mind.
For meet enclosure, you can take a score
Of captive seconds, first deducting four.
is solved by Denounce (16 ozs. = 1 Pound).
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