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Rh Make you able upon sight To decide of wrong and right; Talk with sense whate’er you please on; Learn to relish truth and reason? Thus we both shall gain our prize: I to laugh, and you grow wise.

sir, than Phœbus more divine, Whose verses far his rays outshine, Look down upon your quondam foe; O! let me never write again, If e'er I disoblige you, dean, Should you compassion show. Take those iambicks which I wrote, When anger made me piping hot, And give them to your cook, To singe your fowl, or save your paste, The next time when you have a feast; They'll save you many a book. To burn them, you are not content; I give you then my free consent, To sink them in the harbour: If not, they'll serve to set off blocks, To roll on pipes, and twist in locks; So give them to your barber. Rh