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Show APPENDIX And feel these whimsies in his addle pate Think you'll protect his muse, because she's good A virgin-~and so chaste!-O lud O lud No muse the eritic's beadle lash escapes Tho' virtuous; if a dowdy, and a trapes If his come forth a decent, likely lass You'll speak her fair, and grant the proper pass Or should his bram be turn'd with wild pretences ON In three hours time you'll bring him to his senses' And well you may, when in your pow'r you get him In that short space, you blister, bleed, and sweat him Among the Turks, indeed, he'd run no danger They sacred hold a madma and a stranger ‘ - Thus did he prance and swell: the man may prate No. XVII i - L T I |
