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AN EPIGRAM,
Written at the time of the Coalition between Lord North and Charles Fox.
Lord NORTH told Charles Fox, as they both sipp'd their broth,I know by Britannia's queer looks,
That the wench is offended such foes should unite,
And will scratch us both out of her books.
Thus Fox, in reply, damn it, North, never mind,
Should she curse our new creed of belief,
She may blacken that page where our names have long stood,
For we both must turn o'er a new leaf.
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