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Kiss or Kick?

And sure, my dear, where here I sit and this, of Fielding’s Jones and Weston’s words transcribe, are many such parts kissed and no few kicked, or I’ll a monkey’s uncle’s brother be; this town where ranks are deeper than the files, and the heavy top grown hangs o’er its teetering base; but thanks, my dear, if you should read my verse, for turning and turning about, my constant goad. Continue reading

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