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...catch me— just at dinner time. Is there a parson, much bemus'd in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross,...there, who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls With desperate charcoal round his darken'd walls ? All fly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me,...

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