EPIGRAM

Friend Rundle fell, with grievous bump,

Upon his reverential rump.

Poor rump! thou hadst been better sped,

Hadst thou been join'd to Boulter's head;

A head, so weighty and profound,

Would needs have kept thee from the ground.

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