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From The Humorous Poetry of the English Language from Chaucer to Saxe, with Notes, Explanatory and Biographical, by James Parton; Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1884; p. 539.
539ON MRS. TOFTS.
(A CELEBRATED OPERA SINGER.)
SO bright is thy beauty, so charming thy song,
As had drawn both the beasts and their Orpheus along;
But such is thy avarice, and such is thy pride,
That the beasts must have starved, and the poet have died.
TO A BLOCKHEAD.
You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come;
Knock as you please, there’s nobody at home.
THE FOOL AND THE POET.
Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.
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