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...of Sporus ; it feems a more fuitable name. There is, I believe, no account why it wa» altered. « 4 P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that (links and flings 5319 Whofe buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er taftes, and beauty ne'er...

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...of asses' milk 'i Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel t Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? /'. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings ; Whose buzz the witty and the fair aunoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred...

...snch babbling blockheads in his stead. Let Sporus tremble— A. What ? that thing of silk, Sporu?, that mere white curd of ass's milk? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a buttcrfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet let me flap this bu^ with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt,...

...tremble. — A. What ! that thing of silk? Sporits, that mere white curd of ass's milk ? Satire of sense, alas ! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly...This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings ; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred...

...babbling blockheads in his stead. Let Soarus tremble. — A. \Vhali that thing of silk ? Spans, thai re, Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom rind...portion dealt to all mankind j As different good, by ar Yetletincflap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; Whose...

...stead. Let Sporus tremble— .-1. What ? that thing of silk, •porus, that mere white curd of asses' milk ? Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel .* Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles...