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EAR LODGE, you know my Love for Rhime; You know, I write, whene'er I've Time.


 * Poets entertain the Town

With Morals, Baudy, or Lampoon, Learn from rude Lines by Punch inpir'd, That Life, you have o oft requir'd; But read with Candour, and excue The Sallies of a Female Mue.


 * May Day Morning I was got:

My Father was a drunken Sot, A Barber,