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192 AN EPISTLE TO JOSEPH HILL, Esq.
Horatio's servant once, with bow and cringe, Swinging the parlour door upon its hinge, Dreading a negative, and overaw'd Least he should trespass, begg'd to go abroad. Go, fellow! —whither!--turning short about Nay. Stay at home-you're always going out. 'Tis but a step, sir, just at the street's endFor what ?--An please you, sir, to see a friend. A friend ! Horatio cried, and seem'd to start Yea marry shalt thou, and with all my heart.-And fetch my cloak; for, though the night be raw, I'll see him too—the first I ever saw.
I knew the man, and knew his nature mild,
But not to moralize too much, and strain
AN EPISTLE TO JOSEPH HILL, Esq. 198
The punishment importing this, no doubt,
O happy Britain ! we have not to fear
A REVIEW OF SCHOOLS.
Κεφαλαιον δη δειας ορθη τροφη.
Plato. Αρκη πολιτειας υπασης νεων τροφο.