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to brother,

possessg the one shall iply you&039;ve the other

but truce with abstraction, and truce with a e

whose rhys you&039;ll perhaps, sir, ne&039;er deign to pere:

will you leave your jtgs, your jars, and your arrels,

ntendg with billy for proud-noddg urels?

y uch-honour&039;d patron, believe your poor poet,

your ura, uch ore than your prudence, you show it:

va with sire billy for urels you struggle:

he&039;ll have the by fair trade, if not, he will suggle:

not cabets even of kgs would nceal &039;e,

he&039;d up the back stairs, and by god, he would steal &039;e,

then feats like sire billy&039;s you ne&039;er can achieve &039;e;

it is not, out-do hi—the task is, out-thieve hi!