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~237~~We would punish him for sending his odes to us without sending his
family cognomen therewith. Have we not done him immortal honour--placed
him in front of our second volume like a golden dedication, and what is
more, selected him from many a pleasant whim, to stand by our side; the
only associate who can claim one line engrafted on to the never-ending
fame of the English Spy?--But to the 'Preachment;' let us have another
taste of his quality."
A SECOND ODE TO BERNARD BLACKMANTLE, ESQ.
or A MICHAELMAS-DAY PREACHMENT.
BY AN HONEST REVIEWER.
"_Iterumque, iterumque vocabo_."--Ancient Classics.
"'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do goods on't."
--Winter's Tale.
"Ours is the skie,
Where at what fowle we please our hawks shall flie."
--Anon.
Ay, here I come once more, great sir,
Out of pure love to minister
Some golden truths to thee;
Faustus ye're not, nor Frankenstein,
Yet, being up to trap, I ween
You'll need a sprite like me.
Eve watch'd you closely, my young squire,
Since at vol. two I cool'd the ire
That left a little stain;
And therefore wonder not, sweet Spy,
Since both of us at follies fly,
Your "Tonson comes again.
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