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The book was wrote and sent to press,
And all went right, you then would guess ;
Ah! no : altho' I'd wrote and done my best,
Yet still my mind was not at rest.
A dedication, sure it was a dedication,
Which so engrosd my contemplation ;

Thought I-all Authors of any note,
b. A Patron they have generally got ;

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I thought of Bobby Rhymer but pack'd him off,
As not

being great or good enough !
The Squire at last came in my head,
A man most noble and well bred ;
The words I wrote they were just these
Which I'll recite, if so you please.
“Kind Sir: From a youth of my size and age,
You'll not look for a higbly written page;
Nor words that's writ in language flow'ry,
Which so often are great Author's glory,

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You know how timid I am in speaking,
Extempore, or men's praise seeking;
May be you'll think a Butcher's boy,
Is seldom a schoolmaster's joy ;
And from my slender education,
I can not write in ostentation ;
Your pardon for errors I hope you'll give,
And I'm your Most Obedt. while I live.
So write in fear, though often a joker,
Your humble Servt. THE ORLIGED Author.”

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Having wrote this, I thought I'd see the Squire,
And ask if he would grant me my desire;
But after all this long digression,

I went to get his free permission.
Iway It was on a charming summer's eve,

When Enterber Cottage I did leave;
To see Squire —, that great good man,
Who gives in charity all he can.
I wrote upon clean dressid paper,
My request, and seal’d it with a wafer;

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As our dog Help, he ran before,
I follow'd up unto the door,
And gave a gentle rap, tap, ta-
Which made

my courage fly away ;
A footman spruce came unto me,
Who seem'd to be, in right good glee.
And said, “why John, have you come down,
To see our Master here in Town ?'
I answer'd 'yes, please give his Honor this,
I hope he'll take it not amiss,'

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The footman went, and did return,
(My colour chang'd, my face did burn;)
Ànd spoke friend John you may go in,
For Master is in merry trim.'
Into the drawing-room I went,
My bow I made with body bent:
He spoke, 'what John you want, I see,

T'inscribe your little work to me!
But now I tell you plump and plain,
That your request is all in vain.

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When first I wrote for you the Letter
I thought you then would be no better ;
Nor ever get your Book so forward,
But now I see you are no coward.
I thought no names you could have gotten,
But in this likewise I'm mistaken ;
The saying is—where there's a will there is a way,
In truth it is verified this day.
As for the inscribing I tell you why,
This request of yours I must deny ;

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I should not like to see my name in Print,
Lest some friends perhaps I might affront;
Of great men there is not a few,
And as I know you are a Blue ;
There's Mr —,

Lord -, or Earl -,
None would deny you I dare say,
But as for me I beg to be excus'd,
I'll back you if you are abused ;
And take 2 Copies, and amongst my friends,
I'll try to bring about your ends.

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A propos : if you've any lamb at home,
A leg we want, and we must have it soon; some
A leg I think is the tenderest part,
I love the picking with all my heart,
Yet though I am no gormandizing glutton,
Lamb to my taste is sweeter far than mutton,
But
pray

what is it, per pound,
As I wish to know a little on that ground ?'
* Sixpence, Sir,' said I, “I do believe,
I'm sure to pay it you will not grieve,

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In the morning, I will it bring,
It's very fat no puny thing.'
I thankód his honor, and out was shown,
Myself an Author of small renown;
Because the yellow dust I did not possess,
I blush not, no; I will confess.
Poverty in general is dispised,
Is frownd upon and tantalized;

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What! John of Enterber ! sinking in dispair,
As lovers when rejected by the fair?

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No! In higher strains my muse shall sing,
God bless the Queen! Long live the King !
Long may they rule the British Nation,
In health and wealth and satisfaction :
Till drop my Pen, and close this dedication,
Bidding, Farewell to meditation.
Reader's if

you find misplac'd a letter, Forgive: the next I'll write a better.

128 TAE ENTERBERRB Poer.

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