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Thus B*****, lord of vat and vapour,
Experiments his speech on paper;
Till on the all-important night,
He scrubs the Ethiopian white!
The R*g*rs says, that no man hops,
More pleasantly from psalms to slops;
No Saint that treads this wicked sphere
Thinks more devoutly of his beer.
Experiments his speech on paper;
Till on the all-important night,
He scrubs the Ethiopian white!
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More pleasantly from psalms to slops;
No Saint that treads this wicked sphere
Thinks more devoutly of his beer.
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