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THOU Nature partial Nature I arraign	A
Of thy caprice maternal I complain	A
The peopled fold thy kindly care have found	B
The horn d bull tremendous spurns the ground	B
The lordly lion has enough and more	C
The forest trembles at his very roar	C
Thou giv'st the ass his hide the snail his shell	D
The puny wasp victorious guards his cell	D
Thy minions kings defend controul devour	E
In all th' omnipotence of rule and power	E
Foxes and statesmen subtle wiles ensure	F
The cit and polecat stink and are secure	F
Toads with their poison doctors with their drug	G
The priest and hedgehog in their robes are snug	G
E'en silly women have defensive arts	H
Their eyes their tongues and nameless other parts	H
But O thou cruel stepmother and hard	I
To thy poor fenceless naked child the Bard	I
A thing unteachable in worldly skill	J
And half an idiot too more helpless still	J
No heels to bear him from the op'ning dun	K
No claws to dig his hated sight to shun	K
No horns but those by luckless Hymen worn	L
And those alas not Amalthea's horn	L
No nerves olfact'ry true to Mammon's foot	M
Or grunting grub sagacious evil's root	N
The silly sheep that wanders wild astray	O
Is not more friendless is not more a prey	O
Vampyre booksellers drain him to the heart	P
And viper critics cureless venom dart	P
Critics appll'd I venture on the name	Q
Those cut throat bandits in the paths of fame	Q
Bloody dissectors worse than ten Monroes	H
He hacks to teach they mangle to expose	H
By blockhead's daring into madness stung	R
His heart by wanton causeless malice wrung	R
His well won ways than life itself more dear	S
By miscreants torn who ne'er one sprig must wear	T
Foil'd bleeding tortur'd in th' unequal strife	U
The hapless Poet flounces on through life	U
Till fled each hope that once his bosom fired	V
And fled each Muse that glorious once inspir'd	V
Low sunk in squalid unprotected age	W
Dead even resentment for his injur'd page	W
He heeds no more the ruthless critics' rage	W
So by some hedge the generous steed deceas'd	X
For half starv'd snarling curs a dainty feast	X
By toil and famine worn to skin and bone	Y
Lies senseless of each tugging bitch's son	K
A little upright pert tart tripping wight	Z
And still his precious self his dear delight	Z
Who loves his own smart shadow in the streets	H
Better than e'er the fairest she he meets	H
Much specious lore but little understood	A2
Veneering oft outshines the solid wood	A2
His solid sense by inches you must tell	D
But mete his cunning by the Scottish ell	D
A man of fashion too he made his tour	F
Learn'd vive la bagatelle et vive l'amour	C
So travell'd monkeys their grimace improve	B2
Polish their grin nay sigh for ladies' love	C2
His meddling vanity a busy fiend	D2
Still making work his selfish craft must mend	E2
Crochallan came	Q
The old cock'd hat the brown surtout the same	Q
His grisly beard just bristling in its might	Z
'Twas four long nights and days from shaving night	Z
His uncomb'd hoary locks wild staring thatch'd	F2
A head for thought profound and clear unmatch'd	F2
Yet tho' his caustic wit was biting rude	G2
His heart was warm benevolent and good	A2
O Dulness portion of the truly blest	H2
Calm shelter'd haven of eternal rest	H2
Thy sons ne'er madden in the fierce extremes	H
Of Fortune's polar frost or torrid beams	H
If mantling high she fills the golden cup	I2
With sober selfish ease they sip it up	I2
Conscious the bounteous meed they well deserve	J2
They only wonder some folks do not starve	K2
The grave sage hern thus easy picks his frog	L2
And thinks the mallard a sad worthless dog	M2
When disappointment snaps the thread of Hope	N2
When thro' disastrous night they darkling grope	N2
With deaf endurance sluggishly they bear	T
And just conclude that fools are Fortune's care	T
So heavy passive to the tempest's shocks	H
Strong on the sign post stands the stupid ox	H
Not so the idle Muses' mad cap train	A
Not such the workings of their moon struck brain	A
In equanimity they never dwell	D
By turns in soaring heaven or vaulted hell	D

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