On Stephen Duck, the Thresher, and Favourite Poet. A Quibbl

  The Thresher Duck, could o'er the Q {-}{-}{-}{-}{-}{-} prevail,
  The Proverb says; No Fence against a Flayl.
  From threshing Corn, he turns to thresh his Brains;
  For which Her M{-}{-}{-}{-}{-}{-}y allows him Grains.
  Though 'tis confess't, that those who ever saw
  His Poems, think them all not worth a Straw.
  Thrice happy Duck, employ'd in threshing Stubble!
  Thy Toil is lessen'd, and thy Profits double.