A
BALLAD
BY
J-----n B-----s.
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I.
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WHEN W------on cants, and L------g bauls
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Out, Oh! our Kirk is shogan;
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Then Simsons Sense and Reason falls
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Before great A------n L------n,
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II.
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This learned L------n Orthodox,
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Midst heavy Hums, and Haughing,
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Speaks short and pithy; raps his Box,
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And keeps th Assembly laughing.
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III.
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Lang may Laconick L------n live,
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And rise in Fame and Riches,
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To sift Simsonians in the Sieve
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Of Creeds, ------ and prick the Witches.
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IV.
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This second-sighted Seer sees
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Farer by Inspiration,
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Than he, who by black Nature flees
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For Light, to Education.
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V.
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Ah! would th Assembly make an Act,
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To put down Pagan Fooling,
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With College-lear, --- not worth a Plack,
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To Saints who need no Schooling.
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VI.
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In lengthned Speech then each might blaze
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A Star, like bright G------spy;
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While learned Reason but betrays,
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Like Willy with the Wispy.
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VII.
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Ah! Learning false, and Reason weak,
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How ill you tune your Fiddles:
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Could you teach Simson eer to make,
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Ought like R------ph E------nes Riddles.
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VIII.
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Could ye with all your boasted Light,
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Foundations lay to rear on:
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A Fame that towers to such a Height,
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As that of J------n Mac------n.
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