The press, or literary chit-chat A Satire [by J. H. Reynolds] |
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Men oft have fancies vague and wild,And love them as a fav'rite child;
Sir Thomas thus, in days of yore,
Raved wisely of a fancied shore,
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Ruled, he affirms, the docile folk.
Now pray not at my fancy smile,
If, like Sir Thomas, I've an isle;
Why should not Jocus as Sir Thomas
Create a realm and people rum as?
Aid me, ye gods and little fishes,
To versify up to my wishes!
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