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Dear Doctor I have read your play	A
Which is a good one in its way	A
Purges the eyes and moves the bowels	B
And drenches handkerchiefs like towels	B
With tears that in a flux of grief	C
Afford hysterical relief	C
To shatter'd nerves and quicken'd pulses	D
Which your catastrophe convulses	D
I like your moral and machinery	E
Your plot too has such scope for scenery	E
Your dialogue is apt and smart	F
The play's concoction full of art	F
Your hero raves your heroine cries	D
All stab and everybody dies	D
In short your tragedy would be	E
The very thing to hear and see	E
And for a piece of publication	G
If I decline on this occasion	G
It is not that I am not sensible	H
To merits in themselves ostensible	H
But and I grieve to speak it plays	D
Are drugs mere drugs Sir nowadays	D
I had a heavy loss by Manuel	I
Too lucky if it prove not annual	H
And Sotheby with his damn'd Orestes	D
Which by the way the old bore's best is	D
Has lain so very long on hand	J
That I despair of all demand	J
I've advertis'd but see my books	D
Or only watch my shopman's looks	D
Still Ivan Ina and such lumber	K
My back shop glut my shelves encumber	K
There's Byron too who once did better	K
Has sent me folded in a letter	K
A sort of it's no more a drama	L
Than Darnley Ivan or Kehama	L
So alter'd since last year his pen is	D
I think he's lost his wits at Venice	D
Or drain'd his brains away as stallion	G
To some dark eyed and warm Italian	G
In short Sir what with one and t'other	K
I dare not venture on another	K
I write in haste excuse each blunder	K
The coaches through the street so thunder	K
My room's so full we've Gifford here	M
Reading MSS with Hookham Frere	N
Pronouncing on the nouns and particles	D
Of some of our forthcoming articles	D
The Quarterly ah Sir if you	O
Had but the genius to review	O
A smart critique upon St Helena	L
Or if you only would but tell in a	L
Short compass what but to resume	L
As I was saying Sir the room	L
The room's so full of wits and bards	D
Crabbes Campbells Crokers Freres and Wards	D
And others neither bards nor wits	D
My humble tenement admits	D
All persons in the dress of Gent	P
From Mr Hammond to Dog Dent	P
A party dines with me today	A
All clever men who make their way	A
Crabbe Malcolm Hamilton and Chantrey	N
Are all partakers of my pantry	N
They're at this moment in discussion	G
On poor De Sta e l's late dissolution	G
Her book they say was in advance	D
Pray Heaven she tell the truth of France	D
'Tis said she certainly was married	Q
To Rocca and had twice miscarried	Q
No not miscarried I opine	R
But brought to bed at forty nine	R
Some say she died a Papist some	L
Are of opinion that's a hum	L
I don't know that the fellow Schlegel	H
Was very likely to inveigle	H
A dying person in compunction	G
To try the extremity of unction	G
But peace be with her for a woman	G
Her talents surely were uncommon	G
Her publisher and public too	Q
The hour of her demise may rue	Q
For never more within his shop he	N
Pray was she not interr'd at Coppet	Q
Thus run our time and tongues away	A
But to return Sir to your play	A
Sorry Sir but I cannot deal	H
Unless 'twere acted by O'Neill	H
My hands are full my head so busy	N
I'm almost dead and always dizzy	N
And so with endless truth and hurry	N
Dear Doctor I am yours	D
	-
JOHN MURRAY	N

George Gordon Byron

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