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500 True, honest Mirza!—you may trust my rhyme—

Something does follow at a fitter time;

The breast thus publicly resigned to man,

In private may resist himif it can.

O ye who loved our Grandmothers of yore,

Fitzpatrick, Sheridan, and many more!

And thou, my Prince! whose sovereign taste and will

It is to love the lovely beldames still!

Thou Ghost of Queensberry! whose judging Sprite

Satan may spare to peep a single night,