And left him in pity to trifle his time
In epilogues, sonnets, and lady-like rhyme.
If you wish me the moral, dear Mat, to rehearse,
’Tis that nonsense is nonsense in prose or in verse;
That the man who to talent makes any pretence,
Should write not at all, or should write common sense!
Anonymous.
(First printed in 1801.)
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Champagne Goschen is my name!