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Sooth! would too Rhimes go make as loose he lay,
(Though God-wot, to make Rhimes small Wit had he.)
And wont out-scrawl and print 'em on the Sand,
All as he lay along with Crook in Hand.
Poor Pen, you'll say:—Ay and poor Poet too!
But 'lack, must do what Heaven will have Us do.