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 Now the Assembly to adjourn prepar'd, When Bibliopolo from behind appear'd, As well describ'd by th' old Satyrick Bard; With leering Looks, Bullfac'd, and Freckled fair, With two left Legs, and Judas-colour'd Hair, With Frowzy Pores, that taint the ambient Air. Sweating and Puffing for a while he stood, And then broke forth in this Insulting Mood. I am the Touchstone of all Modern Wit, Without my Stamp in vain your Poets write. Those only purchase everliving Fame, That in my Miscellany plant their Name. Nor therefore think that I can bring no Aid, I'll print your Pamphlets, and your Rumours spread. I