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- POEM
- written 1795
On Commissary Goldie's Brains
Lord, to account who dares thee call,
Or e'er dispute thy pleasure?
Else, why within so thick a wall
Enclose so poor a treasure?
Lord, to account who dares thee call,
Or e'er dispute thy pleasure?
Else, why within so thick a wall
Enclose so poor a treasure?