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Rh And thy memory is loaded With old scraps from plays exploded: Stock'd with repartees and jokes, Suited to all christian folks: Shreds of wit, and senseless rhymes, Blunder'd out a thousand times. Nor wilt thou of gifts be sparing, Which can ne'er be worse for wearing. Picking wit among collegians, In the playhouse upper regions; Where, in eighteenpenny gallery, Irish nymphs learn Irish raillery: But thy merit is thy failing, And thy raillery is railing. Thus with talents well endued To be scurrilous and rude; When you pertly raise your snout, Fleer, and gibe, and laugh, and flout; This among Hibernian asses For sheer wit and humour passes. Thus indulgent Chloe, bit, Swears you have a world of wit.

EATH went upon a solemn day At Pluto's hall his court to pay: The phantom, having humbly kist His grisly monarch's sooty fist, Presented