ANSWERED BY DR. SHERIDAN
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Your house of hair, and lady's hand, At first did put me to a stand. I have it now—'tis plain enough— Your hairy business is a muff. Your engine fraught with cooling gales, At once so like your masts and sails; Your thing of various shape and hue Must be some painted toy, I knew; And for the rhyme to you're the man, What fits it better than a fan?