[A Fragment.]

What, though the Horse I hired, the villain Hack, Meek as I [am], would throw me on my Back; Tho’ musing much—in slow and solemn pace, The Urchin Crew would laugh me to my face! I woo’d the Muses, meditating Song,

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Some Sideway ditch would woo my feet, half Mud, Half Ink, and plunge me in the sombre flood.

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