Write out my Heart—then burn it in Disgust!
LXIII
Oh, threats of Failure, hopes of Royalties!
One thing at least I've sold—these Parodies;
One thing is certain, Satire always sells;
The Roast is read, no matter where it is.
LXIV
Strange, is it not? that of the Authors who
Publish in England, such a mighty Few