DR. SWIFT.
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THE DEAN.
A pox on all senders
For any pretenders,
Who tell us these troublesome stories
In their dull humdrum key,
Of arma virumque,
Hanoniæ[1] qui primus ab oris.
A pox too on Hanmer,
Who prates like his gran-mere,
And all his old friends would rebuke.
In spite of the carle,
Give us but our earl,
The devil may take their duke.
Then come and take part in
The memoirs of Martin;
Lay down your white staff and gray habit
For trust us, friend Mortimer,
Should you live years forty more,
Hæc olim meminisse juvabit.
- ↑ The duchy of Hainault.
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