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Your Stellar Eyes so fiercely shine,
They've utterly confounded Mine:
But I suppose your blazing Cluster
Blinds me by its Excess of Lustre,
& such Excess, in Prose or Rhyme,
is certainly the true Sublime —

These saucy Rhymes, so impolite,
Crossed my hot Noddle in the Night,
When on my Neck new Boils arose
& vilely murdered my repose,
So pray forgive me, if you find
That Pain has made me rude & blind!–

I am mightily pleased to hear you say that you feel sick whenever you think of the black Hero - These are the breeding Qualms of yr pregnant Fancy - may all the Nine assemble at the Groaning & Apollo Himself play dr Slop on the Occasion

Blest be the Moment when to charm the Earth
yr Negro Babe shall struggle into Birth