Upon the Farce of The Rout Written by a Person of Honour
Says a friend to the Doctor, " Pray give it about
That this farce is not yours, or the house will not fill;
What had come of your nerves , or your pox , or your gout ,
Had these embryos crawled forth as begot by John Hill?
Let your Muse, as your pamphlets, come forth, I advise ye,
Like a goddess of old with a cloud cast upon her. "
" You're right, " quoth the Doctor, " and more to disguise me,
I'll give myself out for a Person of Honour. "
That this farce is not yours, or the house will not fill;
What had come of your nerves , or your pox , or your gout ,
Had these embryos crawled forth as begot by John Hill?
Let your Muse, as your pamphlets, come forth, I advise ye,
Like a goddess of old with a cloud cast upon her. "
" You're right, " quoth the Doctor, " and more to disguise me,
I'll give myself out for a Person of Honour. "
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