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Mr. SUETT.
What gaunt youth is that who encounters the sight,
'Tis Suett, equipt as the Clown in Twelfth Night;
With front unabash'd thus Presumption begins;
Thus asses of old have assum'd lions' skins.
'Tis Suett, equipt as the Clown in Twelfth Night;
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Thus asses of old have assum'd lions' skins.
Go, ask why that Folly should thus be his debtor,
The argument's us'd, that they can't find a better;
Thus scarceness gives value to dirt and mundungus,
And dignifies that Nature meant as a fungus;
It etchings enhances, like Baillies and Hollars,
It currency gave to American Dollars;
But, their day being o'er, and, the exigence past,
To their primitive meanness they all sink at last;
And their names, and the phantom they toil'd to pursue,
In pity Oblivion hides from our view.
But fungus and filth has its uses and buyers,
Hence oceans of urine are purchas'd by dyers;
And lawyers, who liv'd but to generate strife,
May serve when they're dead for th' Anatomist's knife.
The argument's us'd, that they can't find a better;
Thus scarceness gives value to dirt and mundungus,
And dignifies that Nature meant as a fungus;
It etchings enhances, like Baillies and Hollars,
It currency gave to American Dollars;
But, their day being o'er, and, the exigence past,
To their primitive meanness they all sink at last;
And their names, and the phantom they toil'd to pursue,
In pity Oblivion hides from our view.
But fungus and filth has its uses and buyers,
Hence oceans of urine are purchas'd by dyers;
And lawyers, who liv'd but to generate strife,
May serve when they're dead for th' Anatomist's knife.
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