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On Stephen Duck The Thresher, And Favourite Poet; A Quibbling Epigram.
By Jonathan Swift
The thresher Duck[1] could o'er the queen prevail,
The proverb says, "no fence against a flail."
From threshing corn he turns to thresh his brains;
For which her majesty allows him grains:
Though 'tis confest, that those, who ever saw
His poems, think them all not worth a straw!
Thrice happy Duck, employ'd in threshing stubble,
Thy toil is lessen'd, and thy profits double.
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[Footnote 1: Who was appointed by Queen Caroline librarian to a small collection of books in a building called Merlin's Cave, in the Royal Gardens of Richmond.
"How shall we fill a library with wit,
When Merlin's cave is half unfurnish'd yet?"
POPE, Imitations of Horace, ii, Ep. 1.]
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