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Here I sit with my paper my pen my ink	A
First of this thing and that thing	B
and t'other thing think	A
I Then my thoughts come so pell and	C
I mell all into my mind	D
That the sense or the subject I never can find	D
This word is wrong placed no	E
regard to the sense	F
The present and future instead of	G
past tense	F
Then my grammar I want O dear	H
what a bore	I
I think I shall never attempt to	J
write more	I
With patience I then my thoughts	K
must arraign	L
Have them all in due order like	M
mutes in a train	L
Like them too must wait in due	J
patience and thought	N
Or else my fine works will all come	O
to nought	N
My wit too 's so copious it flows	P
like a river	Q
But disperses its waters on black	R
and white never	Q
Like smoke it appears independent	N
and free	S
But ah luckless smoke it all passes	T
like thee	S
Then at length all my patience entirely	S
lost	N
My paper and pens in the fire are	U
tossed	N
But come try again you must	N
never despair	V
Our Murray's or Entick's are not	N
all so rare	V
Implore their assistance they'll	W
come to your aid	N
Perform all your business without	N
being paid	N
They'll tell you the present tense	F
future and past	N
Which should come first and which	X
should come last	N
This Murray will do then to Entick	R
repair	V
To find out the meaning of any	S
word rare	V
This they friendly will tell and	N
ne'er make you blush	Y
With a jeering look taunt or an	Z
O fie tush	A2
Then straight all your thoughts in	B2
black and white put	N
Not minding the if's the be's and	N
the but	N
Then read it all over see how it	N
will run	C2
How answers the wit the retort	N
and the pun	C2
Your writings may then with old	N
Socrates vie	D2
May on the same shelf with Demosthenes	F
lie	D2
May as Junius be sharp or as Plato	N
be sage	E2
The pattern or satire to all of the	F2
age	E2
But stop a mad author I mean not	N
to turn	G2
Nor with thirst of applause does my	D2
heated brain burn	G2
Sufficient that sense wit and grammar	Q
combined	N
My letters may make some slight	N
food for the mind	N
That my thoughts to my friends I	D2
may freely impart	N
In all the warm language that flows	F
from the heart	N
Hark futurity calls it loudly	S
complains	F
It bids me step forward and just	N
hold the reins	F
My excuse shall be humble and	N
faithful and true	J
Such as I fear can be made but by	D2
few	J
Of writers this age has abundance	F
and plenty	S
Three score and a thousand two	J
millions and twenty	S
Three score of them wits who all	H2
sharply vie	D2
To try what odd creature they best	N
can belie	D2
A thousand are prudes who for	I
Charity write	N
And fill up their sheets with spleen	I2
envy and spite	N
One million are bards who to	J
Heaven aspire	J2
And stuff their works full of bombast	N
rant and fire	Q
T'other million are wags who in	B2
Grub street attend	N
And just like a cobbler the old writings	F
mend	N
The twenty are those who for pulpits	F
indite	N
And pore over sermons all Saturday	S
night	N
And now my good friends who	J
come after I mean	I2
As I ne'er wore a cassock or dined	N
with a dean	I2
Or like cobblers at mending I never	Q
did try	D2
Nor with poets in lyrics attempted	N
to vie	D2
As for prudes these good souls I	D2
both hate and detest	N
So here I believe the matter must	N
rest	N
I've heard your complaint my	D2
answer I've made	N
And since to your calls all the	F2
tribute I've paid	N
Adieu my good friend pray never	Q
despair	V
But grammar and sense and everything dare	V
Attempt but to write dashing easy	S
and free	S
Then take out your grammar and	N
pay him his fee	S
Be not a coward shrink not to a	F2
tense	F
But read it all over and make it	N
out sense	F
What a tiresome girl pray soon	K2
make an end	N
Else my limited patience you'll	L2
quickly expend	N
Well adieu I no longer your patience	F
will try	D2
So swift to the post now the letter	Q
shall fly	D2

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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