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On an Inveighing Poetaster.
See where a snarling Scribler doth inveighIn toothless jeasts against my Poesie!
The toothach sure torments his head and wit;
Which makes him show his teeth that cannot bite.
Bees when they wound, disarm themselvs: this Ca[illeg.]
So breaks his teeth when he doth biting snarle.
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