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 In short, Dame Truth might safely dub her Vulgarity enshrin'd in blubber! , meagre Bit of Littleness, All snuff, and musk, and politesse; So thin, that strip him of his cloathing, He'd totter on the edge of ! In case of foe, he well might hide Snug in the collops of her side.

Ah then what simile will suit? Spindle leg in great jack-boot? Pismire crawling in a rut? Or a spigot in a butt? Thus I humm'd and ha'd awhile, When Madam Memory with a smile Thus twitch'd my ear—"Why sure, I ween, In London streets thou oft hast seen