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Show APPENDIX 20 Come, fill a bumper, Jack ,~I will, my Lord' Here's cream, damn'd fine, immense, upon my word Sir William, what say you ?-the best, believe me Is this-eh, Jack ;-the devil can't deceive me Thus the wise critic too mistakes his wine Cries out with lifted eyes---"tis great, divine Then jogs his neighbour, as the wonders strike him This Shakespeare!---Shakespeare ! oh!' there's nothing like him In this night's various and enchanted cup The five long acts, from which our three are taken Stretch'd out to sixteen years, lay by forsaken THE kft'p - Some little perry's mix'd for filling up ------- SIR Lest then this precious liquor run to waste e muc "Tis now confin'd, and bottl'd for your taste of our g 18 my chief wish, my Joy, my only plan and Upw To lose no drop of that immortal man No XII tlemen Pluce |
