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578 To be sure makes a difference.

And you, who're a man of the gay world, no less

Than a poet of t'other, may easily guess

That I never could mean, by a word, to offend

A genius like you, and, moreover, my friend.

To a man of but come—let us shake hands.

And you know my dear fellow, how heartily I,

Whatever you publish, am ready to buy.

Indeed the best poems at first rather fail.

There were Renegade's epics, and Botherby's plays,

And my own grand romance

I myself saw it puffed in the "Old Girl's Review."

A clerical work of our Jesuits at home.