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To MY BOOK.
Unhappy Volume!—doom'd by fateTo meet with unrelenting hate
From those who can their venom spit,
Yet condescend to steal your wit:
While Shylock, with malicious spirit,
Allows you not a grain of merit,
While he an idle pomp assumes,
Let him return his borrowed plumes,
And you will find the insect creeping,
With not a feather worth the keeping.
1795
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