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56 A Juvenal to hunt for mottos; And Ovid's tales of nymphs and grottos. The meek- robed lawyers, all in white; Pure as the lamb, at least, to sight. A shelf of bottles, jar and phial, By which the rogues he can defy all,— All filled with lightning keen and genuine, And many a little imp he'll pen you in; Which, like Le Sage's sprite, let out, Among the neighbours makes a rout; Brings down the lightning on their houses, And kills their geese, and frights their spouses. A rare thermometer, by which He settles, to the nicest pitch, The just degrees of heat, to raise Sermons, or politics, or plays. Papers and books, a strange mixed olio, From shilling touch to pompous folio; Answer, remark, reply, rejoinder, Fresh from the mint, all stamped and coined here;