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 Therefore to thy superiour wit, Who made the trial, we submit; Thy head to prove the truth of it we wanted. In one assertion you're to blame, Where Dan and Sherry's made the same, Endeavouring to have your name refin'd, sir: You'll see most grossly you mistook, If you consult your spelling-book, (The better half you say you took) you'll find, sir; S, H, E, she — and R, I, ri, Both put together make Sherry, D, A, N, Dan — makes up the three syllables; Dan is but one, and Sherri two, Then, sir, your choice will never do; Therefore I've turn'd, my friend, on you the tables.

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SSIST me, my Muse, while I labour to limn him: Credite, Pisones, isti tabulæ persimilem. You look and you write with so different a grace, That I envy your verse, though I did not your face. And to him that thinks rightly, there's reason enough, 'Cause one is as smooth, as the other is rough. But