O Thou! What e'er may thy attention draw
O Thou! What e'er may thy attention draw—
Priest, pedant, Punsibi, et cetera—
Whether you choose t' adopt a solemn air,
Or sit and doze in Busby's easy chair,
Or praise yourself, or vilify mankind,
Or what the head may want, lash in behind:
Though mean my verse, yet be thy spleen witheld;
Grieve not, my Tom, to see thy own excelled.
Priest, pedant, Punsibi, et cetera—
Whether you choose t' adopt a solemn air,
Or sit and doze in Busby's easy chair,
Or praise yourself, or vilify mankind,
Or what the head may want, lash in behind:
Though mean my verse, yet be thy spleen witheld;
Grieve not, my Tom, to see thy own excelled.
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