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Ye poets ragged and forlorn Down from your g

Ye poets ragged and forlorn
Down from your garrets haste
Ye rhymers dead as soon as born
Not yet consign""d to paste
I know a trick to make you thrive
O ""tis a quaint device

Your still born poems shall revive
And scorn to wrap up spice.
Get all your verses printed fair
Then let them well be dried
And Curll must have a special care
To leave the margin wide.

Lend these to paper sparing Pope
And when he sets to write
No letter with an envelope
Could give him more delight.

When Pope has fill""d the margins round
Why then recall your loan
Sell them to Curll for fifty pound
And swear they are your own..

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