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On Returning a Newspaper.
Your News and Review, sir. / I've read through and through, sir, / With little admiring or blaming; / The Papers are barren / Of home-news or foreign, / No murders or rapes worth the naming.
Our friends, the Reviewers, / Those chippers and hewers, / Are judges of mortar and stone, sir; / But of meet or unmeet, / In a fabric complete, / I'll boldly pronounce they are none, sir;
My goose-quill too rude is / To tell all your goodness / Bestow'd on your servant, the Poet; / Would to God I had one / Like a beam of the sun, / And then all the world, sir, should know it!