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His creaking couplets in a tavern hall,
And I not sing, lest, haply, Scotch Reviews
Should dub me scribbler, and denounce my Muse?
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Fools are my theme, let Satire be my song.
Imitation.
“Semper ego auditor tantum? nunquamne reponam,
Vexatus toties rauci Theseide Codri?”
Vexatus toties rauci Theseide Codri?”
Juvenal, Satire I. l. 1.
“Hoarse Fitzgerald.”—“Right enough; but why notice such a mountebank?”—B., 1816.
Mr. Fitzgerald, facetiously termed by Cobbett the “Small Beer Poet,” inflicts his annual tribute of verse on the Literary Fund: not content with writing, he spouts in person, after the company have imbibed a reasonable quantity of bad port, to enable them to sustain the operation.
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