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Rh He spar'd a hump, or crooked nose, Whose owners set not up for beaux. True genuine dulness mov'd his pity, Unless it offer'd to be witty. Those who their ignorance confest, He ne'er offended with a jest; But laugh'd to hear an idiot quote A verse from Horace learn'd by rote. "He knew a hundred pleasing stories, With all the turns of whigs and tories; Was cheerful to his dying day; And friends would let him have his way. "He gave the little wealth he had To build a house for fools and mad; And showed, by one satirick touch, No nation wanted it so much. That kingdom he hath left his debtor, I wish it soon may have a better." AN