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...blow, Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This paintcd child of dirt, that stinks and stings ; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit...spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they cannot bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow stream* run dimpling all the way. Whether...

...criticism, chaunts their praises and their demerits in strains divine, and then, with a mortal blow, Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This. painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings ; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred...

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