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THE AUTHOR's Quietus.
Address'd to his dear Friend Jemmy Worsdale.
This Itch of Scribling has no End, no Ease,
Damn'd if you fail, and envy'd if you please;
Uncertain Pleasure for most certain Pain:
Well!—Solomon says right, “All things are vain,
“'Tis better that a Man should eat and drink.”
Here!—Take away this ugly Pen and Ink!
Come, JAMES!—let's have a Bottle and a Bit,
There's something Solid in that kind of Wit.
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