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 With this I’ll finish, ’ere of mopish mood Show snarling tooth and I’ll again intrude, At any time or place, with hand or pen Dare to the Lists each petty myrmidon. Full many a fling, rubs rougher wait you yet This but the Alpha, of my Alphabet—— Archilachuss will lend his prurient pen When next I note such sapient gentlemen,—— The mirrior now reflects direct the face Oblique the angle, how it sweeps o’er space The ray now strikes direct:—but he appriz’d, It won’t be healthy when ’tis polariz’d——

Much I foresee, predict for happier times When minstrels lay carol in merrier rhymes, When vicious truckling be a past disgrace, Submerged in Lethe,—springs a gen’rous race Who scon with sorrow and deep blushing frown, That, said of Sydney as of Roman town, This fearful truth,—(’twill end my tale the faster) “Neo vir fortis”———“nec——fæmino casta”——