iproptu les to capta riddell
on returng a newspaper
your news and review, sir
i&039;ve read through and through, sir,
with little adirg or bg;
the papers are barren
of ho-news or foreign,
no urders or rapes worth the nag
our friends, the reviewers,
those chippers and hewers,
are juds of ortar and stone, sir;
but of et or unet,
a fabric plete,
i&039;ll boldly pronounce they are none, sir;
y goose-ill too rude is
to tell all your goodness
bestow&039;d on your servant, the poet;
would to god i had one
like a bea of the sun,
and then all the world, sir, should know it!
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