While Faster Than His Costive Brain Indites Philo'S Quick Hand In Flowing Letters Writes; His Case Appears To Me Like Honest Teague'S, When He Was Run Away With By His Legs. Phoebus, Give Philo O'Er Himself Command; Quicken His Senses, Or Restrain His Hand; Let Him Be Kept From Paper, Pen, And Ink; So He May Cease To Write, And Learn To Think.
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