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VGW(PA.737.025
4-11 Mar 1737:22 (32)
From The London magazine, for December, 1736.
To the Rev. Doct. Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's.
A Birth-Day poem. Nov. 30, 1736.
To you, my true, and faithful friend,
These tributary lines I send,
Which ev'ry year, thou best of deans,
I'll pay as long as life remains;
But did you know one half the pain,
What work, what racking of the brain,
It costs me for a single clause,
How long I'm forc'd to think, and pause,
How many blotted lines, I know it,
You'd have compassion for the poet.
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