But all our Numbers why should rascals claim[3]?
Rise, honest Muse, and sing a nobler name.
Pleas'd in his Eye good humour always smiles,
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And Mirth unbought with strife the hour beguiles,
Who smoothed the frown on yonder surly brow?
From the dry Joke who bade gay Laughter flow?
Not of affected, empty rapture full,
Nor in proud Strain magnificently dull,
But gay and easy, giving without Art