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Newman, in you two parasites combine: / As tapeworm and as graveworm too you shine.
When on the virtues of the quick you've dwelt, / The pride of residence was all you felt / (What vain vulgarian the wish ne'er knew / To paint his lodging a flamboyant hue?) / And when the praises of the dead you've sung, / 'Twas appetite, not truth, inspired your tongue; / As ill-bred men when warming to their wine / Boast of its merit though it be but brine.