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NM.783.065
11 Oct 1783:33 (1150)
For the Newport Mercury.
"More had he spoke, but yawn'd--All nature nods!
What mortal can resist the yawn of Gods."
The sublimity of sinking in poetry, called the bathos, is an
art used time out of mind, by those rare geniuses, who
exhibit, with applause, in Grub-Street garrets, &c. . . .
For example: "Scurrility is attended with its own reward;
and wickedness, cruelty and cowardice can have no
pretensions to merit!"--To this the bell shou'd have
toll'd!!!
See saw, see,
Saw see, see!!
"'Tis true, it is a pity,"
"A pity it is, 'tis true."
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