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 R too is mine, and of the Whiggish Train, 'Twas he that Sung immortal Tamerlane, Tho' now he dwindles to and humbler Strain. I help'd to Polish ''G'ths rough, awkward Lays, Taught him in Tuneful Lines to Sound our Party's Praise. Wsh Votes with us, who, tho' he never writ, Yet passes for a Critick and a Wit. Van's Bawdy, Plotless Plays were once our Boast, But now the Poet's in the Builder lost. On Ason we safely may depend, A Pension never fails to gain a Friend. Thro'