William Gifford

Clap, clap the double nightcap on!
Gifford will read you his amours . . .
Lazy as Scheld and cold as Don . . .
Kneel, and thank Heaven they are not yours.
Alas! 'tis very sad to hear,
Your and your Muse's end draws near:
I only wish, if this be true,
To lie a little way from you.
The grave is cold enough for me
Without you and your poetry.
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