The Cat Begs Him Not To Leave...But Alas

Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner. 1798.

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