To the Same

GRUB-STREET is Milton Street to-day;
And that antiqua Mater
Whom Goldsmith served has passed away;
But is our lot the greater?

Ah no! as some lean rascal hides
His misery from his betters,
We wrap our trash in parchment sides,
And call our task-work " Letters."
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