With verse that flowed in metaphoric strain,
And apt allusions to the rural trade,
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Tell of what wood young Jacobins are made;
How the skill’d gardener grafts with nicest rule
The slip of coxcomb on the stock of fool;
Forth in bright blossom bursts the tender sprig,
A thing to wonder at—[[329]] perhaps a Whig:
Should tell, how wise each half-fledged pedant prates
Of weightiest matters, grave distinctions states,