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An Epigram upon Jovial John of Twickenham.
Whilst we listen, how sweetly John tickles his Strings:Behold, on a sudden, he runs mad, and sings.
Thus, at once, we must lose all the Charms of the Lyre,
Because he will needs strain his rusty Voice higher.
Just so, when soft Philomel tunes up her Note,
If a neighbouring Raven should stretch his hoarse Throat;
Wou'd it not be a thing most confounded provoking,
To drown all her Warbles with his cursed Croaking?
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