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TRIVIA.
BOOK III.
And now complete my gen’rous labours lie,
Finish'd and ripe for immortality,
Death shall entomb in dust this mould'ring frame,
But never reach th' eternal part—my fame.410
When W* and G**, mighty names! are dead,
Or but at Chelsea, under custards, read;
When critics crazy bandboxes repair,
And tragedies, turn’d rockets, bounce in air,
High-rais'd on Fleet-street posts, consign'd to fame,
This Work shall shine, and Walkers bless my name.
