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PLATFORM MOUNTEBANKS.
'Tis bad enough when breechèd fools bestrideTheir hobby-horse and on the “Platform” trot;
Showing by what they are, what they are not;
With blatant utterance asinine, and pride
That apes humility, the wordy tide
Of nonsense, shallow Commonplace, and “rot”
Of sickly sentiment all smoking hot,
Tickling fools' ears, while the vexed walls deride!
But when a petticoated fool mounts bold
Behind male folly, or trots out her own,
Unsexing Reason as herself; all told
I' the feminine gender, and en chignon shown;
Saturn himself need both his grave sides hold,
Minerva blush for women, and disown!
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