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When Thurlow this damn'd nonsense sent / (I hope I am not violent), / Nor men nor gods knew what he meant.
And since not even our Rogers' praise / To common sense his thoughts could raise - / Why would they let him print his lays'
To me, divine Apollo, grant - O! / Hermilda s first and second canto, / I'm fitting up a new portmanteau;
And thus to furnish decent lining, / My own and others' bays I'm twining, - / So, gentle Thurlow, throw me thine in.