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READER, in this my lyric ode,
I imitate a man of God;
That Poet of sublimity, Isaiah!
A man of quality, of note;
Of arms possessing a rich coat;
A brother to the great King Azariah.

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Lord! how the poet did bespatter
The Babylonian monarch with his satire!
Were I to talk so of a British king,
What were my fate? Alas! a string!
Not string, dear reader, that the shoulder decks;
But string that twines at Newgate round our necks.