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Strahan, / Tonson Lintot of the times, / Patron and publisher of rhymes, / For thee the bard up Pindus climbs, / My Murray.
To thee, with hope and terror dumb, / The unedged MS. authors come, / Thou printest all - and sellest some - My Murray.
Upon thy table's baize so green / The last new Quarterly is seen - but where is thy new Magazine, / My Murray?
Along thy sprucest bookshelves shine / The works thou deemest most divine - / The "Art of Cookery," and mine, / My Murray.
Tours, / Travels, / Essays, too, / I wist, / And Sermons, to thy mill bring grist, / And then thou hast the "Navy List," My Murray.
And Heaven forbid I should conclude / Without "the Board of Longitude" - although this narrow paper would, / My Murray.
Venice, / March 25, 1818.