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“ Here lies Tom Thumb, a valiant knight:
His feasts in Arthur’s court, and sight,
Fill’d all with wonder and delight.
He was bold at tilt and tournament;
On a mouse, with the king, the hunt he went:
His deeds were great, tho’ his size was small,
And his death was mourned by one and all.
Then, reader, pause; one tear now shed,
And cry, “Alas! Tom Thumb is dead.” ”

“ Till at last, oh, direful tale to tell,
Into a spider’s web our hero fell!
The spider ran to seize his prey;
Tom, with his sword, fought valiantly;
Till, alas! the spider’s poisonous breath
Was the cause of our gallant hero’s death. ”