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226 Yet one thing vexes me, I own, Thou sorry scarecrow of skin and bone; To be call'd lean by a skeleton, who'd bear it? 'Tis true indeed, to curry friends, You seem to praise, to make amends, And yet, before your stanza ends, you flout me, 'Bout latent charms beneath my clothes; For every one that knows me knows That I have nothing like my nose about me: I pass now where you fleer and laugh, 'Cause I call Dan my better half! O there you think you have me safe! But hold, sir: Is not a penny often found To be much greater than a pound? By your good leave, my most profound and bold sir, Dan's noble mettle, Sherry base; So Dan's the better, though the less, An ounce of gold's worth ten of brass, dull pedant! As to your spelling, let me see, If SHE makes sher, and RI makes ry, Good spelling-master! your crany has lead on't. ANO-