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.