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Come hither Boy we'll hunt to Day	A
The Book Worm ravening Beast of Prey	A
Produc'd by Parent Earth at odds	B
As Fame reports it with the Gods	B
Him frantick Hunger wildly drives	C
Against a thousand Authors Lives	D
Thro' all the Fields of Wit he flies	E
Dreadful his Head with clust'ring Eyes	E
With Horns without and Tusks within	F
And Scales to serve him for a Skin	F
Observe him nearly lest he climb	G
To wound the Bards of antient Time	G
Or down the Vale of Fancy go	H
To tear some modern Wretch below	H
On ev'ry Corner fix thine Eye	I
Or ten to one he slips thee by	I
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See where his Teeth a Passage eat	J
We'll rouse him from the deep Retreat	J
But who the Shelter's forc'd to give	K
'Tis Sacred Virgil as I live	L
From Leaf to Leaf from Song to Song	M
He draws the tadpole Form along	M
He mounts the gilded Edge before	N
He's up he scuds the Cover o'er	O
He turns he doubles there he past	P
And here we have him caught at last	P
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Insatiate Brute whose Teeth abuse	Q
The sweetest Servants of the Muse	R
Nay never offer to deny	I
I took thee in the Fact to fly	I
His Roses nipt in ev'ry Page	S
My poor Anacreon mourns thy Rage	S
By thee my Ovid wounded lies	E
By thee my Lesbia's Sparrow dies	E
Thy rabid Teeth have half destroy'd	T
The Work of Love in Biddy Floyd	T
They rent Belinda's Locks away	A
And spoil'd the Blouzelind of Gay	A
For all for ev'ry single Deed	U
Relentless Justice bids thee bleed	U
Then fall a Victim to the Nine	V
My self the Priest my Desk the Shrine	V
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Bring Homer Virgil Tasso near	W
To pile a sacred Altar here	X
Hold Boy thy Hand out run thy Wit	Y
You reach'd the Plays that D s writ	Y
You reach'd me Ph s rustick Strain	Z
Pray take your mortal Bards again	A2
	-
Come bind the Victim there he lies	E
And here between his num'rous Eyes	E
This venerable Dust I lay	A
From Manuscripts just swept away	A
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The Goblet in my Hand I take	B2
For the Libation's yet to make	B2
A Health to Poets all their Days	C2
May they have Bread as well as Praise	C2
Sense may they seek and less engage	S
In Papers fill'd with Party Rage	S
But if their Riches spoil their Vein	Z
Ye Muses make them poor again	A2
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Now bring the Weapon yonder Blade	D2
With which my tuneful Pens are made	D2
I strike the Scales that arm thee round	E2
And twice and thrice I print the Wound	E2
The sacred Altar floats with red	F2
And now he dies and now he's dead	F2
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How like the Son of Jove I stand	G2
This Hydra stretch'd beneath my Hand	G2
Lay bare the Monster's Entrails here	X
To see what Dangers threat the Year	W
Ye Gods what Sonnets on a Wench	H2
What lean Translations out of French	H2
'Tis plain this Lobe is so unsound	E2
S prints before the Months go round	E2
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But hold before I close the Scene	I2
The sacred Altar shou'd be clean	I2
Oh had I Sh ll's Second Bays	C2
Or T thy pert and humble Lays	C2
Ye Pair forgive me when I vow	J2
I never miss'd your Works till now	J2
I'd tear the Leaves to wipe the Shrine	V
That only way you please the Nine	V
But since I chance to want these two	K2
I'll make the Songs of D y do	K2
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Rent from the Corps on yonder Pin	F
I hang the Scales that brac't it in	F
I hang my studious Morning Gown	L2
And write my own Inscription down	L2
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This Trophy from the Python won	M2
This Robe in which the Deed was done	M2
These Parnell glorying in the Feat	J
Hung on these Shelves the Muses Seat	J
Here Ignorance and Hunger found	E2
Large Realms of Wit to ravage round	E2
Here Ignorance and Hunger fell	N2
Two Foes in one I sent to Hell	N2
Ye Poets who my Labours see	O2
Come share the Triumph all with me	O2
Ye Criticks born to vex the Muse	R
Go mourn the grand Ally you lose	R

Thomas Parnell

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