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Then swells the Chapel-Royal throat; 'God save King Cibber!' mounts in every note. Familiar White's 'God save King Colley!' cries; 'God save King Colley!' Drury-Lane replies;
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On his own works with laurel crowned, Neatly and elegantly bound,-- For this is one of many rules With writing Lords and laureate fools, And which forever must succeed With other Lords who cannot read, However destitute of wit, To make their works for bookcase fit,-- Acknowledged master of those seats, Cibber his birthday odes repeats.