 But touch me, and no Minister so sore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to Ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burthen of some merry song.  Works: In English Verse - Page 119by Horace - 1767Full view - About this book
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