A PICKBRAIN.

What! imitate me, friend? Suppose that you

With agony and difficulty do

What I do easily—what then? You've got

A style I heartily wish I had not.

If I from lack of sense and you from choice

Grieve the judicious and the unwise rejoice,

No equal censure our deserts will suit—

We both are fools, but you're an ape to boot!

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