• Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain,
    Who after birth did'st by my side remain,
    Till snatcht from thence by friends, less wise than true
    Who thee abroad, expos'd to publick view;
    Made thee in rags, halting to th' press to trudge,
    Where errors were not lessened,
    At thy return my blushing was not small,
    My rambling brat should mother call,
    I cast thee by as one unfit for light
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