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Thy verse is ‘sad' enough, no doubt: / A devilish deal more sad than witty! / Why we should weep I can't find out, / Unless for thee we weep in pity.
Yet there is one I pity more; / And much, alas! I think he needs it; / For he, I'm sure, will suffer sore, / Who, to his own misfortune, reads it.
Thy rhymes, without the aid of magic, / May once be read - but never after: / Yet their effect's by no means tragic, / Although by far too dull for laughter.
But would you make our bosoms bleed, / And of no common pang complain - / If you would make us weep indeed, / Tell us, you'll read them o'er again.
March 8, 1807