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have been the poet’s ſpark to-day, Will now become the champion of his play. Know all, who would pretend to my good grace, I mortally diſlike a damning face. Pleas’d or diſpleas’d, no matter, now ’t is paſt, The firſt who dares be angry breathes his laſt: Who ſhall preſume to doubt my will and pleaſure, Him I defy to ſend his weapon’s meaſure. Is war you chuſe, and blood muſt needs be ſpilt here, By Jove! let me alone to match your tilter; I ’ll give you ſatisfaction if I can: ’S death! ’t is not the firſt time I ’ve kill’d my man. On pain of being poſted to your ſorrow, Fail not, at four, to meet me here to-morrow.