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Offend her, and the knows aol to forgive ; If Queensberry to strip there's no compelling,
Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you live : 'Tis from a handmaid we must take a Helen.
But die, and she'll adore you—then the bust Prom peer or bishop 'tis no easy thing
And temple rise—then fall again to dust. 140 To draw the man who loves his Gort, or king :
Last night her lord was all that's good and great; Alas! I copy (or my draught would fail),
A knave this morning, and his will a cheat. From honeft Mah’met, or plain Parson Hale.
Strange! by the means defeated of the ends, But grant, in public men sometimes are thown,
By spirit robb'd of power, by warmth of friends, A woman's seen in private life alone :
By wealth of followers ! without one distress Our bolder talents in full light display'd;
Sick of herfelf, through very selfishness!

Your virtues open fairest in the shade.
Atossa, curs'd with every granted prayer,

Bred to disguise, in public 'tis you hide; Childless with all her children, wants an heir. There, none diftinguish 'twixt your shame or pride, To heirs unknown descends th' unguarded store, Weakness or delicacy; all so nice, Or wanders, heaven-directed, to the poor. 150 That each may seem a virtue, or a vice.

Pictures, like these, dear madam, to design, In men we various ruling pallions find; Asks no firm hand, and no unerring line;

In women, two almost divide the kind; Some wandering touches, fome reflected light, Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey, Some flying stroke alone can hit them right: The love of pleasure, and the love of sway. For how should equal colours do the knack? That, nature gives; and where the lesson taught Chameleons who can paint in white and black ? Is but to please, can pleasure seem a fault?

“ Yet Chloe sure was form'd without a spot."- Experience, this ; by man's oppression curst, Nature in her then err'd not, but forgot.

They seek the second not to lose the first. « With every pleasing, every prudent part,

Men, somę to business, some co pleasure take; “ Say, what can Chloe want ?"-She wants a Buc every woman is at heart a rake : heart.

160 Men, fome to quiet, some to public strife; She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought; But every lady would be queen for life. But never, never, reach'd one generous thought. Yet mark the fate of a whole sex of queens: Virtue she finds coo painful an endeavour,

Power all their end, but beauty all the means : 220 Content to dwell in decencies for ever.

In youth they conquer with so wild a rage, So very reasonable, so unmov'd,

As leaves them scarce a subject in their age : As never yet to love, or to be lov'd.

For foreign glory, foreign joy, they roam; She, while her lover pants upon her breast, No thought of peace or happiness at home. Can mark the figures on an Indian chest ;

Bue wisdon's triumph is well-tim'd retreat, And when she sees her friend in deep despair, As hard a science to the fair as great! Obferves how much a chintz exceeds mohair. 170 Beauties, like tyrants, old and friendless grown, Forbid it, heaven, a favour or a debt

Yet hate repose, and dread to be alone, She c'er ihould cancel-but the may forget. Worn-out in public, weary every eye, Safe is your secret still in Chloe's ear;

Nor leave one ligh behind them when they die. But none of Chlee's shall you ever hear.

Pleasures the sex, as children birds, pursue, 231 Of all her dears she never flander'd one,

Still out of reach, yet never out of view;
But cares not if a thousand are undone.

Sure, if they catch, to spoil the toy at most,
Would Chloe know if you're alive or dead ? To covet flying, and regret when loft :
She bids her footman put it in her head.

At last, co follies youth could scarce defend,
Chloe is prudent--would you too be wife?

It grows their age's prudence to pretend; Then never break your heart when Chloe dies. 180 Alham'd to own they gave delight before,

One certain portrait may (I grant) be seen, Reduc'd to feign it, when they give no more: Which heaven has varnish'd out, and made a As hags hold Sabbaths, less for joy than spite, queça :

So these their merry, miserable night; The same for ever! and describ’d by all

Still round and round the ghosts of beauty glide, With truth and goodness, as with crown and ball. And haunt the places where their honour dy'd. Poets heap virtues, painters gems at will, And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill. 'Tis well-but, artists! who can paint or write, To draw the naked is your true delight. That robe of quality lo struts and swells.

Afrer ver. 198, in the MS. None fue what parts of nature it conceals :

Fain I'd in Fulvia spy the tender wife;

190 Th'exadeft traits of body or of mind,

I cannot prove it on her for my life :
We owe to modeis of an humble kind.

And, for a noble pride, 1 bluh no less,
Instead of Berenice to think on Bess.

Thus while immortal Cibber only sings (kings,
VARIATIONS.

(Asi Clarke and Hoadly preach.) for queens and * After ver. 148, in the MS.

The nymph that ne'er read Milton's mighty line, This death decides; nor lets the blessing fall May, if she love and merit verse, have mine. On any one she haies, but on them all.

Ver. 207, in the first edition : Curs'd chance! this only could afflict her more, In several men we several pallions find; aby part hould wander to the poor.

In women, two almost divide the kind

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See how the world its veterans rewards!

money has been more commodious or pernicious A youth of frolics, an old age of cards ;

to mankind, ver. 21 to 77. That riches, either Fair to no purpose, artful to no end;

to the avaricious or the prodigal, cannot afford Young withoat lovers, old withont a friend;

happiness, scarcely necessaries, ver. 89 to 160, A fop their passion, but their prize a fot;

That avarice is an absolute frenzy, without an Alive, ridiculous; and dead, forgot!

end or purpose, ver. 113, &c. 152. Conjectures Ah! friend! to dazzle let the vain design ; 243 about the motives of avaricious men, ver. 121 To raise the thought, and touch the heart, be thine! to 153. That the conduct of men, with respect That charm thall grow, while what fatigucs the • to riches, can only be accounted for by the order ring,

of Providence, which works the general good Flaunts and goes down, an unregarded thing: - out of extremes, and brings all to its great and So when the fun's broad beam has tir'd the light, by perpetual revolutions, ver, 161 to 178. How All mild ascends the moon's more sober light, a miser acts upon principles which appear to Screnc in virgin modesty the shines,

him reasonable, ver. 179. How a prodigal does And unobseru'd the glaring orb declines.

the same, ver. 199. The due mcdium, and true Oh, bleft with temper, whose unclouded ray use of riches, ver. 219. The man of Ross, ver, Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day :

250. The fate of the profusc and the covetous, She, who can love a fister's charms, or hear

in two examples; both miserable in life and in Sighs for a daughter with unwounded ear; 260 death, ver. 300, &c. The story of Sir Balaam, She whe ne'er answers till a husband cools,

ver. 339 to the end, Or, if the rules him, never shows the rules; Charms by accepting, by submitiing (ways,

Tuis cpistle was written after a violent outcry Yet has her humour most, when she obeys;

against our Ahthor, on a supposition that he had Let fops or fortune fly which way they will,

ridiculed a worthy nobleman merely for his Disdains all loss of tickets, or codille;

wrong tafte. He justified himself upon that ar.. Spleen, vapours, or fmall-pox, above them all,

ticle in a letter to the Earl of Burlington; at And mistress of herself, though China fall.

the end of which are these words : “ I have And yet, believe me, good as well as illy Woman's at best a contradiction ftill.

learnt that there are some who would rather 270

“ be wicked than ridiculous : and therefore ic Heaven when it strives to polith all it can

may be safer to attack vices than follies. I Its last best work, but forms a softer man;

“ will therefore leave my betters in the quiet Picks from each sex, to make the favourite bleft.

“ poffeffion of their idols, their groves, and their Your love of pleasure, our desire of reft :

high-places; and change my subject from their Blends, in exception to all general rules, Your taste of follies, with our scorn of fools:

pride to their meanness, from their vanities

to their miseries; and as the only certain way kelerve with frankness, art with truth ally'd,

“ to avoid misconttructions, to lessen offence, and Courage with softness, modesty with pride;

not to multiply ill-natured applications, I may Fix'd principles, with fancy ever new; Shakes all cogether, and produces You. 280

probably in my next, make use of real nance

" instead of fictitious ones." Be this a woman's fame with this unbleft, Toalts live a scorn, and queens may die a jest.

P. Wuo shall decide, when doctors disagree, This Phæbus promis'd (I forget the year)

And foundeft cafuifts dou like you and me? When those blue eyes first open'd on the sphere ;

You hold the word, from Jove to Momus given, Afcendapt Phæbus watch'd that hour with care, Averted half your parents' fimple prayer;

That man was made the standing jest of Heart And gave you beauty, but deny'd the pelf

And gold but sent to keep the fools in play, That buys your tex a tyrant o'er itself.

For some to heap, and foine to throw away. The generous God, who wit and gold refines,

But I, who think more highly of our kind, And ripens spirits as he ripens mines, 290 Kept dross for duchelles, the world ball know it,

(And, surely, Heaven and I are of a mind)

Opine, that nature, as in duty bound,
To you gave fense, good humour, and a poet.

Deep hid the shining mischief under ground: 10
But when, by man's audacious labour won,
Flanı'd forth this rival too, its fire, the sun,

Then careful Heaven supply'd two sorts of men,
EPISTLE III.

To squander these, and those to hide again.

Like doctors thus, when much dispute hai TO ALLEN, LORD BATHURST,

past,

We find our tenets just the same at latt.
of ibe Ufe of Riches.

Both fairly owning, riches, in effect,
No grace of Heaven or token of th'elea ;
Given to the fool, the mad, thc vain, the evil,

To Ward, to Waters, Chartres, and the Devil. 20 Trat it is known to few, most falling into one of B. What nature wants, commodious gold bce

epe extremes, avarice or profufion, ver. 1, &c. Itows;
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P. But how unequal it bestows, observe;

Since then, my Lord, on such a world we felt, 'Tis thus we riot, while, who fow it, Itarve: Wiat say you? B. Say? Why take it, Gold What nature wants (a ph-ase I must distrust)

and all. Extends to luxury, extends to lust :

P. What riches give us, let us then inquire ? Useful, I grant, it serves what life requires, Meat, fire, and clothes. B. What more? P. Meat, But dreadful too, the dark afsassin hires.

clothes, and fire. B. Trade it may help, society extend :

Is this too little would you more than live? P. But lures the pirate, and corrupts the friend. 30 Alas! 'tis more than Turner finds they give. B, le raises armies in a nation's aid:

Alas! 'tis more than (all his visions paft) P. But bribes a senate, and the land's betray'd. Unhappy Wharton, waking, found at lait! In vain may heroes fight, and patriots rave, What can they give ? to dying Hopkins, heirs; If secret gold fap on from knave to knave.

To Chartres, vigour ; Japhet, nose and ears? Once, we confess, beneath the patriot's cloak, Can they, in gems bid pallid Hippia glow, From the crack'd bag the dropping guinea (poke, In Fulvia's buckle ease the throbs below; And jingling down the back-llairs, told the crew, Or heal, old Narses, thy obscener ail, « Old Cato is as great a rogue as you."

With all th' embroidery p!aister'd at thy tail? 90 Blest paper-credit ! last and best supply!

They might (were Harpas not too wile to spend) That lends corruption lighter wings to fly! 40 Give Harpax telf the bleiling of a friend; Gold, imp'd by thee, can compass hardest things, or find some doctor that would save the life Can pocket states, cap fetch or carry kings ; Of wretched Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife : A single leaf shall waft an army o'er,

But thousands die, without or this or that, Or ship off senates to some distant shore;

Die, and endow a college, or a cat. A leaf, like Sibyl's, scatter to and fro

To some, indeed, Heaven grants the happier fate, Our fates and fortunes, as the wind shall blow : T'enrich a baftard, or a son they hate. Pregnant with thousands fits the scrap unseen, Perhaps you think the poor might have their And silent sells a king, or buys a queen.

part; Oh! that such bulky bribes as all might sec, Bond damns the poor, and hates them from his Still, as of old, encumber'd villainy!

so

heart : Could France or Rome divert our brave de- The grave Sir Gilbert holds it for a rule signs,

That every man in want is knave or fool : With all their brandies, or with all their wines? “ God cannot love (says Blunt, with tearless eyes) What could they more than knights and 'squires ** The wretch he farves"-and piously denies : confound,

But the good bishop, with a mecker air, Or water all the quorum ten miles round? Admits, and leaves them, Providence's care. A statesman's flumbers how this speech would Yet to be just to these poor men of pelf, spoil!

Each does but hate his neighbour as himself : “Sir, Spaia has sent a thousand jars of oil ; Damn'd to the mines, an equal fate berides “ Huge bales of British cloth blockade the door : The slave that digs it, and the slave that hides. 110 " A hundred oxen at your levee roar."

B. Who suffer thus, mere charity should own, Poor avarice one torment more would find; Must act on motives powerful, though unknown. Nor could profusion squander all in kind. 60 P. Some war, fome plague, or farine, they Altride his cheese Sir Morgan might we meet:

foresee, And Worldly crying coals from street to street, Some revelation hid from you and me. Whom, with a wig so wild, and mien so maz'd, Why Shylock wants a meal, the cause is found; Pity mistakes for some poor tradesman craz'd. He thinks a loaf will rise to fifty pound. Had Colepepper's while wealth been hops and What made directors cheat in South-Sca year? hogs,

To live on veniton when it fold dear. Could he himself have sent it to the dogs ? Ask you why Phryne the whole auction buys? His Grace will game: to White's a bull beled, Phryne foresees a general excise. With spurning heels and with a butting head. Why she and Sappho raise that monstrous sum: To White's be carry'd as to ancient games, Alas! they fear a man will cost a plum. Fair coorfers, vases, and alluring dames. 70 Wise Peter fees the world's resped for gold, Shall then Uxorio, if the stakes he sweep,

And therefore hopes this nation may be fold : Bear him fix whorce, and make his lady weep? Glorious ambition! Peter, swell thy store, Or soft Adonis, so perfum'd and fine,

And be what Rome's great Didius was before. Drive to St. James's a whole herd of swine? The crown of Poland, venal twice an age, Oh filthy check on all industrious skill,

To just three millions stinted modest Gage. To spoil the nation's last great trade, quadrille! But nobler scenes, Maria's dreams unfold,

Hereditary realms, and worlds of gold. 130

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After ver 50, in the MS.
To break a trust were Peter brib'd with wine,
Peter! 'would pose as wise a head as thine.

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Ver. 77. Since then, &c.] In the former Ed.
Well then, since with the world we stand or fall,
Come take it, as we find it, gold and all.

220

Congenial fouls; whose life one avarice joins, Benighted wanderers, the forest o'er,
And one fate buries in th' Austrian mines. Curse the fav'd candle, and unopening door ;
Much-injur'd Blunt! why bears he. Britain's While the gaunt mastiff, growling at the gate,
hate?

Affrights the beggar whom he longs to eat.
A wizard told him in these words our fate :

Not so his fon : he mark'd this oversight, " At length corruption, like a general flood, And then mistook reverse of wrong for right. " (50 long by watchful minifters with tood) (For what to shun, will no great knowledge need : "Shall deluge all; and avarice, creeping on, But what to follow, is a task indeed), 200 " Spread like a low-borne mist, and blot the fun; Yet fure, of qualities deferving praise, ** Statesman and patriot ply alike the stocks, More go to ruin fortunes, than to raise. " Pecres and butler there alike the box.

140

What slaughter'd hecatomhs, what floods of wine, * And judges job, and bishops bite the town, Fill the capacious 'squire, and deep divine! « And mighty dukes pack cards for half a crown. Yet no mean motives this profusion draws, * See Britain sunk in lucre's fordid charms, His oxen perish in his country's cause; " And France reveng'd of Anne's and Edward's 'Tis George and Liberty that crowns the cup, “ arms!"

(brain, And zeal for that great house which eats him up. 'Twas no court badge, great scrivener, fir'd thy The woods recede around the naked feat, 209 Nor lordly luxury, nor city gain :

The Sylvans groan no matter--for the fleet : No, 'twas thy righteous end, alham'd to sec Next goes his wool to clothe our valiant bands : Senates degenerace, patriots disagree,

Laft, for his country's love, he sells his lands. And nobly wishing party-rage to cease,

To town he comes, completes the nation's hope, To buy both sides, and give thy country peace.

And heads the bold train-bands, and burns a Pope: “ All this is madness," cries a sober sage: 151 And shall not Britain now reward his toils, But who, my friend, has reason in his rage? Britain, that pays her patriots with her spoils ? “ The ruling pallion, be it what it will,

Jo vain at court the bankrupt pleads his cause,
* The ruling passion conquers reason fill." His thanklefs country leaves him to her laws.
Less mad the wildest whimsey we can frame, The sense to value riches, with the art
Than even that passion, if it has no aim;

T' enjoy them, and the virtue to impart,
For though such plotives solly you may call, Not meanly, nor ambitiously pursued,
The folly's greater to have none at all.

Not sunk by Noth, not rais'd by servitude;
Hear then the truth : “ 'Tis Heaven each par- To balance fortune by a just expence,
“ fion sends,

Join with economy, magnificence; " And different men directs to different ends. With splendour, charity; with plenty, health ; * Extremes in nature equal good produce, t61 Oh teach us, Bathurst ! yet unspoil'd by wealth! * Extremes in man concur to general use." That secret rare, between th' extremes to move Ask we what makes one keep, and one bestow ? of mad good-nature, and of mcan self-love. That power who bids the ocean ebb and flow, B. To worth or want well-weigh'd, be bounty Bids feed-time, harvest, equal course maintain,

given, Through reconcil'd extremes of drought and rain, And easc, or emulate, the care of Heaven;

230 Builds life on death, on change duration founds, (Whose measure full o'erflows on human race) And gives ch' eternal wheels to know their rounds. Mend fortune's fault, and justify her grace.

Riches, like infeas, when conceal'd they lie, Wealth in the gross is death, but life diffus'd; Wait but for wings, and in their season fly. 170 As poison heals, in just proportion us'd : Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, In heaps, like ambergris, a stink it lies, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; But well dispers'd, is incense to the skies. This year a reservoir, to keep and Spare;

P. Who starves by nobles, or with nobles cats? The next a fountain, spouting through his heir, The wretch that trusts them, and the rogue that In lavish fireans to quench a country's thirst,

cheats. And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst. Is there a lord, who knows a cheerful noon

Old Cotta íham'd his fortune and his birth, Without a fiddler, flatterer, or buffoon! 240 Yet was not Cotta void of wit or worth: What though (the use of başbarous spits forgot) His kitchen vied in coolness with his grot? 180 His court with nettles, moats with cresles stor'd,

After ver. 218, in the MS. With soups unbought and sallads blefs'd his board?

Where one lean herring furnish'd Cotta's board, li Catta liv'd on pulse, it was no more

And nettles grew, fit porridge for their lord; Than Eramins, saints, and fages did before ; Where wiad good-nature, bounty misapply'd, To cram :he rich, was prodigal expence,

In lavish Curio blaz'd a while and dy'd; And who would take the poor from Providence ?

There Providence once morc shall shift the scene, Like some lone Chartreux ftands the good old hall,

And Mewing H-y, teach the golden mean. Silence without, and fasts within the wall; No rafter'd roofs with dance and tabor sound,

After ver. 226, in the MS. No noontide bell invites the country round: 190 Which W-n loft, yet B-y ne'er could find :

The secret rare, which affluence hardly join'd, 'I cnants with fighs the smokeless towers survey,

Still miss’d by vice, and scarce by virtue bit, And turc th' unwilling steeds another way: By G-'s goodness, or by Sm's wit,

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me!!

Whofe table, wit, or modeft merit share,

Shouldering God's alta; a víle image flands, Un-elbow'd by a gamester, pimp, or player ! Belies his features, nay extends his hands; Who copies your's, or Oxford's better part, That live-long wig, which Gorgon's self might own, To ease th' oppress'd, and raise the finking heart? Eternal buckle takes in Parian Ione. Where'er he fines, oh fortune, gild the scene, Behold what blellings wealth to life can lend ! And angels guard him in the golden mean! And see, what comfort it affords our end. There, Englith bounty yet a while may stand, In the worst inn's worft room, with mat half-hung, Ardl.onour lirger ere it leaves the land.

The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, 300 But all our praises why should lords engross! On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, Rise, honest muse; and ling the Man of Ross : 250 With tape-ty'd curtains, never mcant to draw, Pleas'd Vaga echoes through her winding bounds, The George and Garter dangling from that bed And rapid Severn hoarse applause resounds. Where tawdry yellow (trove with dirty red, Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry Great Villers lies-alas! how chang'd from him, brow?

That life of pleasure, and that foul of whim! From the dry rock who bade the waters flow? Gallant and gay, in Cliveden's proud alcove, Not to the skies in uitless columns tof,

The bower of wanton Shrewsbury and love; Or in proud falls magnificently loft,

Or just as, gay, at council, in a ring But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Of mimick'd statesmen, and their merry king. 310 Health to the fick, and folace to the swain, No wit to flatter, left of all hi- store ! Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? 260 | There, vi&or of his health, of fortune, friends, Who taughi that heaven-directed spire to rise! And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends. “ The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. His Grace's fate fage Cutler could foresee, Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread! And well (he thought) advis'd him, " Live like The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : He feeds yon almıs-house, peat, but void of state, As well his Grace reply'd, "Like you, Sir John! Where age and want fit ímiling at the gate ; " That I can do, when all I have is gone.' Him portion'd maids apprentic'd orphans blest, Resolve me, reason, which of these are worse, The young who labour, and the old who reft. Want with a full, or with an empty purse! 320 Is any lick? the Man of Rofs relieves, 269 | Thy life more wretched, Cutler, was confess'd, Prescribes, a tends, the medicine makes, and gives. Arise, and tell me, was thy death more bless'd? Is there a variance? enter but his door,

Cutler saw tenants break, and houses fall, Blk'd are the courts, and conteit is no more, For very want; he could not build a wall. Delpairing quacks with curtes fied the place, His only daughter in a stranger's power, And vile attorneys, now an uteless race.

For very want; he could not pay a dower. B. Thrice happy inan! enabled to pursue A few grey hairs his reverend temples crown'd, What all to with, but want the power to do! 'I'was very want that sold them for two pound. Oh lay, what fuins that generous hand supply? What! even deny'd a cordial at his end, W bat mines to iwcil that boundl. Is charity Banish'd the doctor, and expellid the friend? 33

P. Of debts and taxes, wife and children clear, What but a want, which yo perhaps think mad, This man pffeli--five hundred pounds a-year. Yet numbers feel, the want of what he had ! Blush, grandeur, blush! proud courts, withdraw Cutler and Brutus dying, both exclaim,

281 Virtue! and wealth : what are ye but a name!" Ye little liars! hide your diminish'd rays.

Say, for such worth are other worlds prepara? B. And what 10 monument, inscriptio, stone? Or are they both, in this, their own reward! His race, his form, his name almost unknown? A knotty point! to which we now proceed.

P. Who builds a church.to God, and not to fame, But you are riid'li tell a tale-B. Agiecd. Will never mark the marble with his name:

P. Where London's column, pointing at the skies Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies; 340 Of rich and poor makes all the history;

l'here dwelt a citizen of lober fame,
Minough, that virtue tilld the space between; A plain good man, and Balaam was his namç;
Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been. 290 Religious, punctual, frugal, and so forth;
When Hopkins dies, a thousand lights attend His word would pass for more than he was worth.
The wretch, who living fav’d a candle's end; One folid dish his week-day meal affords,

An added pudding folenniz'd the Lord's : sure,
Coplant at church, and Change; his gains were

His givings rare, fave farthings to the poor.
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The devil was piquid such sain:hip to behold, After ver. 250, in the MS.

And long'd to tempt him, like good job of old: 350
Trace humble worib beyond Sabrina's shore,
Who ungs not him, oh nay he ting no more!

Ver. 187. Thus in the MS.
The register inrolls him with his poor,

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Tells he was born, and dy'd, and tells no more. Ver. 337. In the former editions,
Juft as he oughe, he fill'd the space between; That knotty point, my Lord, shall I discales
?ben fole to read, unheeded and unfcca.

Or tell a tale? - tale-it follows thus

your blaze!

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