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FROM A GENTLEMAN TO HIS BARBER.
THREE FRAGMENTS.
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Fragment I.
O thomas, did you see my Beard,So long, so white, and eke so hard,
Which thus afflicts a suffering Sinner,
You would ere now have sent a Trimmer.
Fragment II.
Thomas,I hope this short Epistle,
Will serve the purpose of a Whistle,
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When you shall see what's written in it.
Fragment III.
From under my Lime-Tree,
May 23rd, 1736.
Thomas,
Methinks, 'tis wondrous strange
How some Folks' constitutions change!
When I was young, and went to School,
I thought a poet a stark fool.
As I grew up a taller Lad,
I bolder grew, and thought him mad,
And ne'er vouchsaf'd to read one once;—
So, left the School, and turn'd out Dunce;
And, thus equipp'd, from them was hurl'd
Into a noisy, bustling World,
Where in no time, nor in no Season,
I e'er could meet with Rime or reason.
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