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THREE conceited young wits, as they thought themselves, passing along
the road near Oxford, met a grave old gentleman, with whom they had a
mind to be rudely merry. Good-morrow, father Abraham, said one;
Good-morrow, father Isaac, said the next; Good-morrow, father Jacob,
cried the last. I am neither Abraham, Isaac, nor Jacob, replied the
old gentleman, but Saul, the son of Kish, who went out to seek his
father's asses, and lo! here I have found them.
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