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 Twenty Large Hogsheads fill'd by my Command, Rang'd Orthodoxly in my Cellar stand: These are my Authors, There my Study's plac'd; By Them Inform'd, Substantial Bliss I Taste; And since All Knowledge in Opinion lies, Can, when I please, from thence be Warm and Wise. As for this Desk; D'ye Think your Books will Charm The Monster down? Believe me, this Right Arm More expeditiously your Work shall Do; The Gorgon without Latin Overthrow. What ever does offend me I'll Remove, Tho' All the Fathers shou'd the Desk approve: Let us to Breakfast, and our Sorrows drown; So Fortify'd We'll Knock the Monster down. This