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'Tis not that I design to rob	A
Thee of thy birthright gentle Bob	A
For thou art born sole heir and single	B
Of dear Mat Prior's easy jingle	B
Nor that I mean while thus I knit	C
My threadbare sentiments together	D
To show my genius or my wit	C
When God and you know I have neither	D
Or such as might be better shown	E
By letting poetry alone	E
'Tis not with either of these views	F
That I presume to address the Muse	F
But to divert a fierce banditti	C
Sworn foes to everything that's witty	C
That with a black infernal train	G
Make cruel inroads in my brain	G
And daily threaten to drive thence	H
My little garrison of sense	H
The fierce banditti which I mean	I
Are gloomy thoughts led on by spleen	I
Then there's another reason yet	C
Which is that I may fairly quit	C
The debt which justly became due	C
The moment when I heard from you	C
And you might grumble crony mine	J
If paid in any other coin	K
Since twenty sheets of lead God knows	L
I would say twenty sheets of prose	L
Can ne'er be deemed worth half so much	M
As one of gold and yours was such	M
Thus the preliminaries settled	C
I fairly find myself pitch kettled	C
And cannot see though few see better	D
How I shall hammer out a letter	D
First for a thought since all agree	C
A thought I have it let me see	C
'Tis gone again plague on't I thought	C
I had it but I have it not	C
Dame Gurton thus and Hodge her son	N
That useful thing her needle gone	O
Rake well the cinders sweep the floor	P
And sift the dust behind the door	P
While eager Hodge beholds the prize	Q
In old grimalkin's glaring eyes	Q
And Gammar finds it on her knees	R
In every shining straw she sees	R
This simile were apt enough	S
But I've another critic proof	T
The virtuoso thus at noon	U
Broiling beneath a July sun	N
The gilded butterfly pursues	F
O'er hedge and ditch through gaps and mews	F
And after many a vain essay	F
To captivate the tempting prey	F
Gives him at length the lucky pat	C
And has him safe beneath his hat	C
Then lifts it gently from the ground	C
But ah 'tis lost as soon as found	C
Culprit his liberty regains	F
Flits out of sight and mocks his pains	F
The sense was dark 'twas therefore	P
With simile to illustrate it	C
But as too much obscures the sight	C
As often as too little light	C
We have our similes cut short	C
For matters of more grave import	C
That Matthew's numbers run with ease	F
Each man of common sense agrees	F
All men of common sense allow	V
That Robert's lines are easy too	C
Where then the preference shall we place	F
Or how do justice in this case	F
Matthew says Fame with endless pains	F
Smoothed and refined the meanest strains	F
Nor suffered one ill chosen rhyme	W
To escape him at the idlest time	W
And thus o'er all a lustre cast	C
That while the language lives shall last	C
An't please your ladyship quoth I	X
For 'tis my business to reply	X
Sure so much labour so much toil	Y
Bespeak at least a stubborn soil	Y
Theirs be the laurel wreath decreed	C
Who both write well and write full speed	C
Who throw their Helicon about	C
As freely as a conduit spout	C
Friend Robert thus like chien scavant	C
Lets fall a poem en passant	C
Nor needs his genuine ore refine	J
'Tis ready polished from the mine	J

William Cowper

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