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Mr. BARRYMORE.
With arms close enfolded, and gigantic stride,
Denoting ill manners, defiance, and pride,
Who's that strutting round like a Tragedy king;
Do you know, my sweet sister, the confident thing?
—See! he's coming this way!—and, my stars, how he lours,
Have you no apt exorcism to fetter his pow'rs?
He surely will eat us—Ah me! what vain fears,
'Tis Barrymore, Sister, I see the man's ears.
Denoting ill manners, defiance, and pride,
Who's that strutting round like a Tragedy king;
Do you know, my sweet sister, the confident thing?
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Have you no apt exorcism to fetter his pow'rs?
He surely will eat us—Ah me! what vain fears,
'Tis Barrymore, Sister, I see the man's ears.
To the altars of Modesty, fly, thou vain youth!
And survey thy deserts in the mirror of Truth;
Clear the filth from your brain, and adhere to the poet,
For there's worth hid beneath, tho' the public don't know it.
And survey thy deserts in the mirror of Truth;
Clear the filth from your brain, and adhere to the poet,
For there's worth hid beneath, tho' the public don't know it.
Such once were my thoughts, but those thoughts are no more,
His wit slew his weakness, his follies are o'er;
The strength of his mind wrought a lively conception,
And each hour that rolls leads the man to Perfection.
Thus Albion's fifth Harry, whose weakness amaz'd;
Dropt the habits of guilt and illustriously blaz'd:
And gave added charms to that name he'd neglected,
By paying a debt that was never expected.
His wit slew his weakness, his follies are o'er;
The strength of his mind wrought a lively conception,
And each hour that rolls leads the man to Perfection.
Thus Albion's fifth Harry, whose weakness amaz'd;
Dropt the habits of guilt and illustriously blaz'd:
And gave added charms to that name he'd neglected,
By paying a debt that was never expected.
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