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VII. On DENNIS.
Shou'd D---s print how once you robb'd your Brother,Traduc'd your Monarch, and debauch'd your Mother;
Say what revenge on D---s can be had;
Too dull for laughter, for reply too mad?
Of one so poor you cannot take the law;
On one so old your sword you scorn to draw.
Uncag'd then let the harmless Monster rage,
Secure in dullness, madness, want, and age.
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