Lines, Written on a Blank Leaf of Swift's Works

WHILE in Morocco Modern Authors shine,
Pompously dull, and most absurdly fine;
While ev'n my pages own the Printer's pain,
His skill to strengthen trifles us'd in vain;
Lo! with bad type, brown paper, bound in C ALF ,
D EAN , D RAPIER , G ULLIVER , and B ICKERSTAFF !
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