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Towards the close of 1747 he had, as before stated, rooms in Back Lane, Twickenham; and it must be to this or to some earlier period that Walpole alludes in his Parish Register : "Here Fielding met his bunter Muse And, as they quaff'd the fiery juice, Droll Nature stamp'd each lucky hit With unimaginable wit;" a quatrain in which the last lines excuse the first. According to Mr.
Start not, nor deem my spot fled; In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull. I liv'd, I lov'd, I quaff'd like thee; I died, but earth my bones resign: Fill up thou canst not injure me, The worm hath fouler lips than thine.
In his Parish Register for Twickenham Horace Walpole commemorates the great novelist's residence in that quiet village, so full of eighteenth century memories. Here, he says, "... Fielding met his bunter Muse, And, as they quaff'd the fiery juice, Droll Nature stamp'd each lucky hit With unimaginable wit."
How suddenly that straight and glittering shaft Shot 'thwart the earth! In crown of living fire Up comes the day! As if they, conscious, quaff'd The sunny flood, hill, forest, city, spire, Laugh in the wakening light. Go, vain Desire! The dusky lights have gone; go thou thy way! And pining Discontent, like them expire!
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