DIALOGUE.
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But 'faith your very Friends will soon be sore;
Patriots there are, who wish you'd jest no more—
And where's the Glory? 'twill be only thought 25
The Great man never offer'd you a Groat.
Go see Sir Robert—
B. See Sir Robert!—hum—
And never laugh—for all my life to come?
Seen him I have, but in his happier hour
Of Social Pleasure, ill-exchang'd for Pow'r. 30
Would he oblige me? let me only find,
He thinks one Poet of no venal kind.
Come, come, at all I laugh He laughs, no doubt,
The only diff'rence is, I dare laugh out.
Patriots there are, who wish you'd jest no more—
And where's the Glory? 'twill be only thought 25
The Great man never offer'd you a Groat.
Go see Sir Robert—
B. See Sir Robert!—hum—
And never laugh—for all my life to come?
Seen him I have, but in his happier hour
Of Social Pleasure, ill-exchang'd for Pow'r. 30
Would he oblige me? let me only find,
He thinks one Poet of no venal kind.
Come, come, at all I laugh He laughs, no doubt,
The only diff'rence is, I dare laugh out.
A. Why yes: with Scripture still you may be free;
A Horse-laugh, if you please, at Honesty;
A Joke on Jekyl, or some odd Old Whig,
Who never chang'd his Principle, or Wig:
A Horse-laugh, if you please, at Honesty;
A Joke on Jekyl, or some odd Old Whig,
Who never chang'd his Principle, or Wig:
A Pa-
