Epilogue
THERE'S something in a stupid ass,And something in a heavy dunce;But never since I went to schoolI heard or saw so damned a foolAs William Wordsworth is for once.
And now I've seen so great a foolAs William Wordsworth is for once;I really wish that Peter BellAnd he who wrote it were in hell,For writing nonsense for the nonce.
It saw the "light in ninety-eight,"Sweet babe of one and twenty years!And then he gives it to the nationAnd deems himself of Shakespeare's peers!
He gives the perfect work to light!Will Wordsworth, if I might advise,Content you with the praise you getFrom Sir George Beaumont, Baronet,And with your place in the Excise!
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