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Rh Harsh names, of uncouth sound, their memories load, And oft their shoulders feel the' unpleasant goad. Doubt not our turn will come some future time. Now, William, hear us twain contend in rime ; For yet thy horses have not eat their hay, And unconsumed as yet the* allotted hour of play. Then spout alternate, I consent to hear ,— Let no false rime offend my critic ear;— But say, what prizes shall the victor hold? I guess your pockets are not lined with gold!

A ship these hands have built, in every part Carved, rigged, and painted, with the nicest art ;