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AGAINST AN UNGALLANT MODERN ROUNDHEAD.
Well, Sirs! such a rimer, so horribly stupid,Sure never bore quills against Venus and Cupid.
In his hints when the ladies no meaning could find,
Now at last in plain terms he has told 'em his mind.
“Down with th' Rump” is the business;—whereof the mere letter
Has robbed of all patience this impotent fretter.
How the spring and the stars make the maggots engender,
And wade through the wits of this shallow pretender!
'Tis the year forty-nine too,—so wonder no more
At the nonsense revolved of the Roundheads of yore!
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