The Hunger, which repulsed from Sally's door

Pursues her grumbling half from shore to shore,

Be these the themes to greet his faithful Rib

So may thy pen be smooth, thy tongue be glib!

This duty done, let me in turn demand

Some friendly office in my native land,

Yet let me ponder well, before I ask,

And set thee swearing at the tedious task.

First the Miscellany![10]—to Southwell town

Per coach for Mrs. Pigot frank it down,[9]

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So may'st them prosper in the paths of Sale,[11]

And Longman smirk and critics cease to rail.

All hail to Matthews![12] wash his reverend feet,

And in my name the man of Method greet,—

Tell him, my Guide, Philosopher, and Friend,

Who cannot love me, and who will not mend,

Tell him, that not in vain I shall assay

To tread and trace our "old Horatian way,"[13]

And be (with prose supply my dearth of rhymes)

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