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Rh Not him whose page, if still upheld by whist,

Requires no sacred theme to bid us list.

Ye! who in Granta's honours would surpass,

Must mount her Pegasus, a full-grown ass;

A foal well worthy of her ancient Dam,

Whose Helicon is duller than her Cam.

There, still striving piteously "to please,"

Forgetting doggerel leads not to degrees,