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Rh Mad wag! who pardoned none, nor spared the best,

And turned some very serious things to jest.

Nor Church nor State escaped his public sneers,

Arms nor the Gown—Priests—Lawyers—Volunteers:

"Alas, poor Yorick!" now for ever mute!

Whoever loves a laugh must sigh for Foote.

We smile, perforce, when histrionic scenes

Ape the swoln dialogue of Kings and Queens,

When "Crononhotonthologos must die,"

And Arthur struts in mimic majesty.

Moschus! with whom once more I hope to sit,