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If size and stature raise a deathless name,
How vast your praise, how bulky is your fame!
Without a rival, sir, the streets you tread,
Thou greatest, wittiest man, now Tadloe's dead;
Since that huge atlas fell, you reap alone
The thanks of all the paviers in the town.
 

Alluding to the following epigram,

When Tadloe walks the streets, the paviers cry
God bless you, sir; and throw their rammers by.