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Rh Will you, in your faction's phrase, Send the clergy all to graze; And, to make your project pass, Leave them not a blade of grass? How I want thee, humorous Hogarth! Thou, I hear, a pleasant rogue art. Were but you and I acquainted, Every monster should be painted: You should try your graving tools On this odious groupe of fools; Draw the beasts as I decribe them From their features, while I gibe them; Draw them like; for I assure you, You will need no car'catura; Draw them so, that we may trace All the soul in every face. Keeper, I must now retire, You have done what I desire: But I feel my spirits spent With the noise, the sight, the scent. "Pray be patient; you shall find Half the best are still behind: You have hardly seen a score; I can show two hundred more." Keeper, I have seen enough. Taking then a pinch of snuff, I concluded, looking round them, "May their god, the devil, confound them!" Rh