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MG-A(G.768.015
24 Mar 1768:22 (1176)
To the Author of the Verses in your last.
A brave bonny Scot
A strange notion had got,
That 'twas easy to lie on a bed;
The trial to make,
He a feather did take,
And laid it smooth under his head.
. . . [9 more verses, and several footnotes, ending with:]
Bravo! bravo! --He flatters too in so delicate a manner:
What a pity his talents so long lay hid! You shall be Poet
Laureat: A New Birth-Day Ode every year, (set for the
Banjour.) The Reign of Dullness commences! A second
Colley!
"And Dunce the second, reigns like Dunce the first."
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