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Rh Cocked, fired, and missed his man—but gained his aim;

Hail, moving muse! to whom the fair one's breast

Gives all it can, and bids us take the rest.

Oh! for the flow of Busby, or of Fitz,

The latter's loyalty, the former's wits,