I love this.

I will talk no more of books or the long war
But walk by the dry thorn until I have found some beggar sheltered from the wind.
And there, manage to talk until her name come round.
If there be rags enough, he will know her name, and be well pleased remembering it.
For in the old days, though she had young mens praise and old mens blame, among the poor both old and young, gave her praise.
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