Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 15.
Friend to my life, which did not you prolong,
The world had wanted many an idle song.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 27.
Obliged by hunger and request of friends.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 44.
Fired that the house rejects him, "'Sdeath! I 'll print it,
And shame the fools."
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 61.
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