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Rh And for your cruel part, who take pleasure in blood, I have that of the grape, which is ten times as good: Flow wit to her honour, flow wine to her health; High rais'd be her worthy above titles or wealth.

ELL ! now, since the heat of my passion's abated, That the dean hath lampoon'd me, my mind is elated: Lampoon'd did I call it? No what was it then! What was it? 'Twas fame to be lash'd by his pen: For had he not pointed me out, I had slept till E'en doomsday, a poor insignificant reptile, Half lawyer, half actor, pert, dull, and inglorious, Obscure, and unheard of but now I'm notorious. Fame has but two gates, a white and a black one, The worst they can say is, I got in at the back one: Rh