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Show APPENDIX I'm told (what flatt'ry to my heart !) that youY Have wish'd to see me, nay have press'd it too Alas 'twill prove another Mucu Apo ' a p n u t h n l w y I, like a b No lessons got, no exercises made - On bloody Monday take my fearful stand And often eye the birchen-scepter'd hand RICK *Tis twice twelve years since first the stage I trod Enjoy'd your smiles, and felt the critic's rod A very nine-pin I my stage-life through MAND, I Knock'd down by wits, set up again by you {OTHING In four-and-twenty years. the spirits codl Is it not long enough to play the fool To prove it is, permit me to repea almo Apa ALJJI What I have heard in passing through the street A youth of parts, with ladies by his side Thus cock'd his glass, and thro' it shot my pride " Tis he, by Jove grown quite a clumsy fellow ¢« He's fit for nothing-but a punchinello X " |