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“Far off from the flatterer, far off from the snarler,
“Secure from the blame or applause of the world,
“Am I deep in the shade of obscurity hurl'd.
“And this do I owe (so the bishop determines)
“To my two most delectable volumes of sermons!
“'Tis for these (but their merits are, sure, over-rated)
“To my snug little vicarage I am collated:
“And for a collation so pretty, from his shop,
“I certainly am much oblig'd to the bishop!”
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