Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse,
Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse;
[[413]]Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known,
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Defacing first, then claiming for his own.[413:1]
The Apology. Line 232.
No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains
To tax our labours and excise our brains.
Night. Line 271.
Apt alliteration 's artful aid.
The Prophecy of Famine. Line 86.