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 Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that; As "What's o'clock?" And, "How's the wind?" "Whose chariot's that we left behind?" Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs ; Or, "Have you nothing new to day From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay?" Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross. Yet some I know with envy swell, Because they see me us'd so well: " How

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