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To Mr. Murray
1.
For Orford and for Waldegrave
You give much more than me you gave;
Which is not fairly to behave,
My Murray!
2.
Because if a live dog, 't is said,
Be worth a lion fairly sped,
A live lord must be worth two dead,
My Murray!
3.
And if, as the opinion goes,
Verse hath a better sale than prose,—
Certes, I should have more than those,
My Murray!
4.
But now this sheet is nearly crammed,
So, if you will, I shan't be shammed,
And if you won't,—you may be damned,
My Murray!