[Written on the Title Page of A Monumental Gratitude ]

Soon as the Muse beheld these lines, She said,
The Members are preserv'd: But ah, the Head !

Poor Lads! the Storm has whirl'd your Brains around;
And all the Sense is ship-wrack'd in the SOUND.
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