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258 I thought my very spleen would burst, When Fortune hither drove me first; Was full as hard to please as you, Nor persons names nor places knew: But now I act as other folk, Like prisoners when their gall is broke. If you have London still at heart, We'll make a small one here by art; The difference is not much between St. James's Park and Stephen's Green: And Dawson street will serve as well To lead you thither as Pall-Mall. Nor want a passage through the palace, To choque your sight, and raise your malice. The Deanery-house may well be match'd, Under correction, with the Thatch'd. Nor shall I, when you hither come, Demand a crown a quart for stum. Then, for a middle-aged charmer, Stella may vie with your Monthermer ; She's now as handsome every bit, And has a thousand times her wit. The Dean and Sheridan, I hope, Will half supply a Gay and Pope. Corbet, though yet I know his worth not, No doubt, will prove a good Arbuthnot. I throw into the bargain Tim; In London can you equal him? What think you of my favourite clan, Robin, and Jack, and Jack and Dan; Rh