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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
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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 now a days	D
I had a heavy loss by 'Manual'	H
Too lucky if it prove not annual	H
And Sotheby with his 'Orestes '	-
Which by the by the author's best is	D
Has lain so very long on hand	I
That I despair of all demand	I
I've advertised but see my books	D
Or only watch my shopman's looks	D
Still Ivan Ina and such lumber	J
My back shop glut my shelves encumber	J
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There's Byron too who once did better	J
Has sent me folded in a letter	J
A sort of it's no more a drama	K
Than Darnley Ivan or Kehama	K
So alter'd since last year his pen is	D
I think he's lost his wits at Venice	D
In short sir what with one and t'other	J
I dare not venture on another	J
I write in haste excuse each blunder	J
The coaches through the street so thun der	J
My room's so full we've Gifford here	L
Reading MS with Hookham Frere	M
Pronouncing on the nouns and particles	D
Of some of our forthcoming Articles	D
	-
The Quarterly Ah sir if you	N
Had but the genius to review	N
A smart critique upon St Helena	K
Or if you only would but tell in a	K
Short compass what but to resume	K
As I was saying sir the room	K
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	O
From Mr Hammond to Dog Dent	O
	-
A party dines with me to day	A
All clever men who make their way	A
Crabbe Malcolm Hamilton and Chantrey	M
Are all partakers of my pantry	M
They're at this moment in discussion	G
On poor De Sta l's late dissolution	G
Her book they say was in advance	D
Pray Heaven she tell the truth of France	D
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 so full my head so busy	M
I'm almost dead and always dizzy	M
And so with endless truth and hurry	M
Dear Doctor I am yours	D
JOHN MURRAY	M

George Gordon Byron

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