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A Rebuke to Antony Uneasy

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[1713]

Uneasy's a thief; 'tis black burning shame.
I'le flite his muse deaf, and blunder his name.
His muse, said I? Hang it! It must be damn'd lame—
She pilfer'd from Bion, the great son of fame.
Confess then ye'r dull and greatly to blame
To fancy our club so silly and tame
To be tricked by Ma(d)ge in the weeds of her dame.
From my forge at Parnasus, the 18th of the 8 moon, the year of our club 2. Take this, Sir, from your most proud and arogant Deacon, Gawain Douglas.