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To R. B. Esq;
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

To R. B. Esq;

having Read his Mirza.

Thy scene was Persia, but too like our own,
Only our Soffie has not got the Crown,
Me-thinks it so concernes us, as it were
A Romance there, but a true story here.
Had Johnson liv'd t'have seen this work h'ad sed
Th'adst been his bravest Boy! strok't thee oth' head
Given thee his blessing in a bowle of Wine
Made thee's Administrator, or Assign.
But father Ben. I think was too much Poet,
To have much wealth (one need not care who owe it)

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Besides had Elder Sons, yet, where there's merit,
Or custom, Yonger brothers oft inherit.
What though of's Gold th'ast got the Devil a bit,
I'ne sure th'art heir apparent to his Wit
Which thou hast in that vigour, and high shine
As when he wrote his Strenuous Cateline.
Hence be't observ'd 'mongst our Chronologers,
Since Johnson inspir'd Baron—Years.
You are so much each other (no dispraise)
Robin and Ben are now synonoma's
Nor can time blast a Wit: thine's ripe as His
That Age, a Johnson crown'd, a Baron this.