And now having trimm’d a Cast of spavin’d Horse,
With Three Half-Pence for Guineas in their Purse,
Two rusty Pistols, Scarf about their Arse,
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[HORACE’s
Nempe incomposito dixi pede, &c.
IMITATED.]
Well, Sir, ’tis granted, I said Dryden’s Rhimes
Were stoll’n, unequal, nay, dull many Times:
What foolish Patron is there found of his
So blindly partial to deny me this?
But that his Plays embroider’d up and down
With Wit and Learning, justly please the Town,
In the same Paper I as freely own.
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