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ON J*** M*****
Founder of the Society for the Suppression of Demoralizing Literature
“Henceforth let all Creation be refined!”Said M*****, sole Protector of the Mind;
By none of my young men let it be said
That rivers come together in their bed;
And if they write of Venus—very well,
They write; I do not print; it does not sell;
I mean, it does not sell; I do not print;
—I hope that my young men will take the hint.
My grandfather, who licked the boots of Byron,
Thought chaste themes best for bards to spank the lyre on;
But Byron was a young man in a hurry;
He's gone the Lord knows where, and I'm J*** M*****.
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