Careless I spoke, and, when she found me drunk,
She breath'd one Curse, and then away she slunk,
Oh! place me, Jove, where none but women come,
And thunders worse than thine afflict the room;
Where one eternal Nothing flutters round,
And senseless [titt'rings] sense of mirth confound;
Or lead me bound to Garret, babel-high,
Where frantic Poet rolls his crazy eye;
Tiring the Ear, with oft-repeated chimes,
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