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Written on a blank leaf of Swift's Works.
While in morocco modern authors shine,Pompously dull, and most absurdly fine;
While ev'n my pages own the printer's pain,
His skill to strengthen trifles us'd in vain;
Lo! with bad type, brown paper, bound in calf,
Dean, Drapier, Gulliver, and Bickerstaff!
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