Written for My Son, to Some of the Fellows of the College, Who Took Care of the School in His Master's Absence

We of late had a terrible Rout in our House;
If I happen'd to speak, I was sure of a Souse.
My Mamma had the Tooth-ach, and I felt the Smart —
O Steel , I for ever will value thy Art:
Both Children, and Servants, to thee are beholden;
Let them do what they would, they were sure of a Scolding.
Athenians , I humbly beseech you, explain,
Why the Tongue cannot rest, when the Teeth are in Pain.
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