English poem
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A DIALOGUE BETWEEN AN AUTHOR AND HIS FRIEND
Author. Come; your opinion of my manuscript!
Friend. Dear Joe! I would almost as soon be whipt.
Author. But I will have it!
Friend. If it must be had--(hesitating) You write so ill, I scarce could read the hand--
Author. A mere evasion!
Friend. And you spell so bad, That what I read I could not understand.