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 It is but so much more in debt, And that they ne'er consider'd yet. "Good Mr. dean, go change your gown, Let my lord know you're come to town." I hurry me in haste away, Not thinking it is levee-day; And find his honour in a pound, Hemm'd by a triple circle round, Chequer'd with ribbons blue and green: How should I thrust myself between? Some wag observes me thus perplex'd, And, smiling, whispers to the next, "I thought the dean had been too proud, To justle here among a crowd!" Another, in a surly fit, Tells me I have more zeal than wit, "So eager to express your love, You ne'er consider whom you shove, But rudely press before a duke." I own, I'm pleas'd with this rebuke, And take it kindly meant, to show What I desire the world should know. I get a whisper, and withdraw; When twenty fools I never saw Come with petitions fairly penn'd, Desiring I would stand their friend. This humbly offers me his case — That begs my interest for a place — A hundred

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