Till our Housemaid stares with wonder,
And our Tiger’s nerves it shocks.
We have things oft sent that fright us,
And regard them all with scorn,
Pieces too that oft delight us,
And our breasts with rapture warm!
For the first—why we reject ’em
Or affront our readers sense,
For the second—we accept ’em,
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