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Rh The sweep Rialto forms, or your fair brow— The fault to youthful valour we allow; A word by which possession we denote, A letter high in place and first in note; What guards the beauty from the scorching ray; What little master first is taught to say; Great Nature's rival, handmaid, sometimes foe; The most pathetic counterpart of "Oh!" The whiskered pilferer and her foe demure; The lamps unbought which light the houseless poor; What bore famed heroes through the ranks of war; What's heard when falls from high the ponderous jar; What holy Paul did at Gamaliel's feet— What Bavius writes, what schoolboys love to eat; Of eager gamesters what decides the fate; The homely rough support of Britain's state; What, joined to "been," is fatal to a toast; What guards the sailor from the shelving coast; The stage whence villains make their^last harangue; What in your head and bones gives many a pang;