Publick Offspring Expos'd
THE AUTHOR snatcht from feeble brain
after birth did'st remain in raggs.
Blushing was not irksome Visage In better dress.
My Almond-tree bow'd his rambling affection
halting to th'naked trees all black.
Home-spun throne And former clouds banisht My grinders.
I have a shelter ill-form'd With tears 'mongst
my Criticks more hobling then the fainting heat.
Where errors meet Vulgar array
In secret places clothed in HER BOOK
beware this sentence is rubbing off a flaw.
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