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I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
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Seek out - less often sought than found - A Soldier's Grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy Ground, And take thy Rest.
Hands promiscuously applied, Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of Love are gone; The worm - the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!
They never fail who die In a great cause.
What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
I'll publish right or wrong: Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers, wooing the caress More dazzlingly…
'Tis pleasure, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
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