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Rh Mayst thou go on unpitied, till thou be Brought to the parish, bridge, and beggary; Till urged by want, like broken scribblers, thou Turn poet to a booth, a Smithfield show, And write heroic verse for Bartholomew; Then slighted by the very Nursery, Mayst thou at last be forced to starve, like me.'

ARDON me, Virtue, whatsoe'er thou art, (For sure thou of the godhead art a part, And all that is of him must be The very deity)