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EPILOGUE.
CRITICS sharp, with brow severe,
Our small volume come not near:
Authors grave, and learn'd, and wise,
Never this way turn your eyes.
Our small volume come not near:
Authors grave, and learn'd, and wise,
Never this way turn your eyes.
Let us wander, wild and free,
In sport and whimsicality,
Thro' gay Fancy's flow'ry maze;
Nor blame us, tho' you scorn to praise.
In sport and whimsicality,
Thro' gay Fancy's flow'ry maze;
Nor blame us, tho' you scorn to praise.
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