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AN AFTER-REFLECTION.

NOW, world, thou seest the stuff of which I'm made:
Firm to the honour of the tuneful trade;
Leaving, with high contempt, the courtier class,
To sing the merits of the humble ass.
Yet should a miracle the palace mend,
And high-nos'd Sal'sb'ry to the Virtues send,
Commanding them to come and chat with kings;
Well pleas'd repentant sinners to support,
So help me, Impudence, I'll go to court!
Besides, I dearly love to see strange things.