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uniformity in fools I hate, who gape and sneer by rules. You, Mullinix, and slobbering C, Who every day and hour the same are; That vulgar talent I despise Of pissing in the rabble's eyes. And when I listen to the noise Of idiots roaring to the boys; To better judgment still submitting, I own I see but little wit in; Such pastimes, when our taste is nice, Can please at most but once or twice. But then consider Dick, you'll find His genius of superiour kind; He never muddles in the dirt, Nor scours the streets without a shirt; Though Dick, I dare presume to say, Could do such feats as well as they. Dick I could venture every where, Let the boys pelt him if they dare, He'd have them try'd at the assizes For priests and jesuits in disguises; Swear they were with the Swedes at Bender, And listing troops for the pretender. But Dick can fart, and dance, and frisk, No other monkey half so brisk; Now has the speaker by the ears, Next moment in the house of peers; Now scolding at my lady Eustace, Or thrashing Baby in her new stays. Presto!