He stopp'd at an Inn and stepp'd within
The Bar and read the Times;'
And never such a treat, as - the epistle of
one' Vetus,'

Had he found save in downright crime: Though I doubt if this drivelling encomiast of War

Ever saw a field fought, or felt a scar, Yet his fame shall go farther than he can guess,

For I'll keep him a place in my hottest Press;

130 And his works shall be bound in Morocco d'Enfer,

And letter'd behind with his Nom de Guerre.'

him and me,

' means

Adieu, dear maid! I must not speak Whate'er my secret thoughts may be;

Of an Athanasian Trinity,

I dare not talk of Love to thee.

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