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| VII. | Not a jest or humourous story | |
| Will I ever tell before ye: | ||
| To be chidden for explaining, | ||
| When you quite mistake the meaning. | ||
| VIII. | Never more will I suppose, | |
| You can taste my verse or prose. | ||
| IX. | You no more at me shall fret. | |
| While I teach, and you forget. | ||
| X. | You shall never hear me thunder, | |
| When you blunder on, and blunder. | ||
| XI. | Show your poverty of spirit, | |
| And in dress place all your merit; | ||
| Give yourself ten thousand airs; | ||
| That with me shall break no squares. | ||
| XII. | Never will I give advice, | |
| Till you please to ask me thrice: | ||
| Which if you in scorn reject, | ||
| 'Twill be just as I expect. |
Thus we both shall have our ends,
And continue special friends.
THE REVOLUTION AT MARKET-HILL. 1730.
FROM distant regions Fortune sends
An odd triumvirate of friends;
Where Phœbus pays a scanty stipend,
Where never yet a codling ripen'd:
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