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The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume 2

Part 2 — TO DR. SHERIDAN

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Nov. 23, at night. If I write any more, it will make my poor Muse sick. This night I came home with a very cold dew sick, And I wish I may soon be not of an ague sick; But I hope I shall ne'er be like you, of a shrew sick, Who often has made me, by looking askew, sick.

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