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BY MR JOHN DRYDEN, JUN., 1696.[68]
Like some raw sophister that mounts the pulpit,
So trembles a young Poet at a full pit.
Unused to crowds, the parson quakes for fear,
And wonders how the devil he durst come there;
Wanting three talents needful for the place-
Some beard, some learning, and some little grace.
Nor is the puny Po
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