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O Rockhound, Rockhound, wherefore art thou Rockhound?
O Rockhound, Rockhound, wherefore art thou Rockhound?
Deny thy moderator and refuse thy name.
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my friend
And I’ll no longer be a Conservative
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a Progressive.
What’s Conservatism? It is nor hand nor foot
Nor arm nor face nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O be some other name.
What’s in a name? That which we call a plug
By any other name would smell like eel;
So Rockhound would, were he not Rockhound call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Rockhound, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
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