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1 MIRA wou'd with Tears atone
2 For all the Mischief she has done;
3 Sincerely mourns (believe it true)
4 The sending of her Rhymes to you.
5 The Wound my Verses gave your Ear,
6 Was undesign'd it will appear;
7 Nor in the least the Fault of me,
8 As by this Sorrow you may see.
9 And cou'd I in our Meadows find,
10 Among the vegetable Kind,
11 A healing Simple, that wou'd cure
12 Those smarting Pangs which you endure:
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13 Whose Juice the Matrons well esteem
14 For Cuts and Bruises that are green,
15 I'd send it with an Heart most willing,
16 Tho' it shou'd cost me half a Shilling:
17 Yet I can serve you but in Will,
18 For I've consulted Doctor Pill,
19 Who tells me that a Case like yours
20 Will not admit of common Cures;
21 For that Incisions made by Rhymes
22 Are worse than Ulcers fifty times:
23 He gives a Reason that is clear,
24 Because they always strike the Ear,
25 And give un-utterable Pain
26 To the small Fibres of the Brain:
27 Yet as the Doctor is my Friend,
28 His Worship order'd me to send
29 This grand Receipt which he has known,
30 To serve in Cases like your own:
31 Tis true, the Drug is something rare,
32 And yet I wou'd not quite despair;
33 But hope the Med'cine may be found
34 Within the Space of British Ground:
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35 This Balsam then I'd have you seek,
36 No matter for its Name in Greek;
37 But sure 'tis call'd (or I am wrong)
38 Good-nature in the English Tongue:
39 The Doctor swears by all his Skill,
40 If this don't ease you, nothing will;
41 To either Ear be this apply'd,
42 (The better if 'tis quickly try'd)
43 Then fill the hollow Spaces full
44 With Aqua-vitoe drop'd on Wool:
45 And take a special Care be sure,
46 No Poets come about your Door:
47 For you might keep the Bench of Law,
48 Or hear the squeaking of a Saw,
49 More safely by a hundred times,
50 Than half a Page of modern Rhymes:
51 But when you gather Strength a little,
52 Can walk abroad and eat your Vittle?
53 As you are mighty fond of Verse,
54 Let some with gentle Voice rehearse:
55 How Corn grows now where Troy Town stood,
56 Or else the Children in the Wood:
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57 These gentle Numbers will compose
58 Your Spirits and your Eye-lids close!
59 Those Slumbers will complete the Cure;
60 Now, Sir, your Servant, and no more.


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    Title (in Source Edition): To GRAMMATICUS.
    Author: Mary Leapor
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    Poems upon several occasions: By Mrs. Leapor of Brackley in Northamptonshire. London: printed: and sold by J. Roberts, 1748, pp. 122-125. 15,[5],282p. ; 8⁰. (ESTC T127827; Foxon p. 413; OTA K101776.000) (Page images digitized by Google Books — third-party rights apply.)

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