still she undaunted reels and rattles on,
and dares the public like a noontide sun
what scandal called aria&039;s jaunty stagr
the ricket reelg of a crooked swagr?
whose spleen (e&039;en worse than burns&039; veno, when
he dips gall unix&039;d his ear pen,
and pours his venance the burng le,)—
who christen&039;d th aria&039;s lyre-dive
the idiot stru of vanity be&039;d,
and even the abe of poesy ab&039;d?—
who called her verse a parish workhoe, ade
for otley foundlg fancies, stolen or strayed?
a workhoe! ah, that und awakes y woes,
and pillows on the thorn y rack&039;d repose!
durance vile here t i wake and weep,
and all y frowsy uch rrow steep;
that straw where any a rogue has of yore,
and ver&039;d gipsies litter&039;d heretofore
why, lonsdale, th thy wrath on vagrants pour?
t earth no rascal save thyself endure?
t thou alone guilt iortal swell,
and ake a vast onopoly of hell?
thou know&039;st the virtues cannot hate thee worse;
the vices al, t they cb their curse?
or t no ty s to others fall,
becae thy guilt&039;s supre enough for all?
aria, send too thy griefs and cares;
all of thee sure thy ep shares
as thou at all ankd the fg unfurls,
who on y fair one satire&039;s venance hurls—
who calls thee, pert, affected, va ette,
a wit folly, and a fool wit!
who says that fool alone is not thy due,
and es thy treacheries to prove it true!
our force united on thy foes we&039;ll turn,
and dare the war with all of woan born:
for who can write and speak as thou and i?
y periods that decipherg defy,
and thy still atchless tongue that ners all reply!
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