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MOM BAZE.

Or, to fome despot's lawless will betray'd,

O! had I died, and left the name of flave
Give them to know what wretches they have made! Deep, deep entomb'd within an carly grave!
Beneath the lash let them resign their breath,

0! had l dicd, ere ruthless fates constrain,
Or court, in chains, the clay-cold hand of death. With thee enthrall'd, to cross the western main !
Or, worst of ills ! within cach callous breast, O! to have met a glorious death in arms,
Cherith uncurb'd the dark internal pest ;

And ne'er beheld Melinda's fatal charms!
Bid Av’rice fivell with undiminish'd rage,

Tiine would be flort, and memory would fail,
Wiile no now worlds th' accursed thirst assuage ; To dwell distinctly on the various tale.
Then bid the monsters on each other turn,

Tedious to tell what treach'rous arts were tried,
The fury pallions in diforder burn;

To footh the smart of ftill revolting pride. Bid Discord fourish, civil crimes increase,

I lived, and lov'd then kiss'd the fatal chain;
Nor one fond with arise that pleads for peace-

No joy but one to cheer a life of pain.
Till, with their crimes in wild confufion hurl'd, Yet witness bear, thou dear departed ghost,
They wake e' cternal anguish in a future world. That lonely lov'st thy Gambia's facred coali!

How sweet the roil that inet the morning's ray, § 125. Evening, or the Fugitive. An Ameri- How light the labour that o'er-lafted day!

The reed-built hovel, and the scanty fare, can Ecligue. GREGORY.

Imperial bliss could give, Melinda there!

Soft was my pillow, on thy gentle breast,
SAY whither, wand'rer points thy cheerle Giovay: When o'er-prets'd Nature droop'd in want of reft !
When length'ning thades announce the close of And if a rebel rear disgrac'd iny eye,

day?
In yon wild waste no friendly roof thou'lt find Bliss I could boast, unenvicd had it pass’d,

Thine was the tcar, and thine the burfing sigh. The haunt or serpents and the favage kind.

But bliss too great for hapless slaves to last. And sure rememó'rance mocks me, or I trace

A wretch, who banith'd from his native clime, In thine the feinblance of Zamboia's face?

Defil'd with many a black and monstrous crime,
Yet scarce thyself! for in thy alter'd eye

Presided o'er us, and with iron hand
I read the records of hard deftiny.
From thy rack'd bolom fighs tliat ceaseless flow, In him cach hellith pallion rudely glow'd,

Held favage sway o'er all the servile band.
A man befpeak thee exercis d in woe.
Say, then, what chance has burst thy rigid chains, Him luft infernal, on

And cruelty in him most cruel thew'd.

sad ev'ning, led Has led thee frantic o'er these diftant plains ?

T'invade the chafteness of my marriage bed:
What potent forrows can thy peace infest ?
What crimes conceal'd prey on thy anxious breast? My wife preserv'd, and had his guilt chafiis'd

I chanc'd to approach--the caitiff I furpris'do
ZAMBOJA.

While full with vengeance boil'd my wounded
No crimes this heart infest, this hand defile, But chance reserv'd him for a baser part. [heart:
Or frantic drive me o'cr a foreign foil.

Meanwhile, o'erjoy'd that vice e'en once had fail'd,
A murder'd wife and wrongs unmatch'd I mourn, 1 blets’d the gods that innocence prevail d.
And buried joys that never shall return!

The baffled villain, now a foc profess'd,
If then thou 'rt tempted by the traitor's meed, Rolls scenes of blood within his rinkling breast;
Take this poor life, and profper by the decd! With coward arts he forg'd a crafty tale;

And hands unrighteous poize the partial scale.
MOMBAZE.

Imputed crimes to crush the weak fiiffice,
Not the rich produce of Angola's shore,
Not all the mifer's heap'd and glittering store,

Hearsay is guilt, and damning fact furmise.

Where uncurb’d will usurps the place of laws, Not all that pride would grafy, or pomp display, No friendly pleader takes the wretch's caute. Should tempt this hand the wretched to betray. Our tyrant's fears each want of proof supplied, No traitors dwell within this blcft domain,

We stand condemn'd, unquestion'd, and untried. The friends of peace we live, a guilelers train.

O! had the grief and shame been all my own, Grief dims thy eye, or gladly wouldīt thou lee

And the black vengeance lit on me alone!
Thy lov'd Mombaze yet survives in me.

But harsher fates a harder curse decreed ;
Canit thou forget? I taught thy youth to dare
The sylvan herd, and wage the delp’rate war.

These eyes were doom'd to see Melinda bleed.

I saw her by relentless ruffians bound,
Cantt thou forget? One common lot we diew,
With thee inchain'd, a captive's fate I knew.

The brandish'd Icourge infiict the mortal wound;

Her tender frame abus'd, and mangled o'er,
Distrust me not, but unrelery'd disclole
The anxious tale that in thy bosom głows.

I saw her welt'ring in a flood of gore.

The murd'rous scene had foon a dreadful ciofe To part our griefs is oft to mitigate,

And do I live! and can I speak my woes!
And focial forrows blunt the darts of fate.

Her pregnant womb no longer couid luftain
ZAMBOIA.

The public shame, and agony of pain;
Dear to my fight that form, and doubly dear A birth abortive robb'd hier of her breath,
Thy well-known accents meet Zamboia's car. And pangs convulsive feal'd her eyes in death.

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One only pledge my weary soul detains, 1 § 126. A Description of a Parif Poor Ho.. This hapless infant, all that now remains;

CRABBE. The mournful image of my once-lov'd wife, Andries me down awhile tu hared life.

THEIRSis von house that holds the parish pont, THE

Whose walls of mud scarce bear th: brokea Else this hold hand thould liberty rettore,

door, And my rapt spirit feck a happier thore. Tliere, u here the putrid vapours fagging plav, Thro' devious paths with timid hatte we fly,

and the dull wicel hums do'eful that the day: Where yon blue mountains meet the bending There children dwell who koow no parents' care; íky.

Parents, who know no children's love, dwelitheri;
Nor ferpents' haunts I dreadl, nor deserts drear, Heart-broken mations on their joyless bed,
The maiter-favage, Man, alone I fear.

Forfiken wives, and mothers never wed;
MOMBAZE.

Dej Eted widow's with unheeded tears,
Since from our native realms compellid in The laine, the blind, and, far the happiest they!

And crippled age with more than childhood fears! part,

The moping idiot, and the madman . Such pointed forrows have not touch'd my heart.

Here too the sick their final doon receive, Insatiate plunderers! could it not suffice Here brought, amid the scenes of grief, to grice: To rend, inhuman, all the social ties?

Where the loud groans from some lad chante From guiltlefs jovs that bless'd our native soil,

fow, Dragg'd to a life of inisery and toil;

Mix'd with the clamours of the crowd below; Would you yet take the little God has given,

Here forrowing they each kindred to.row (can, And intercept the gracious dews of Heaven?

And the cold charities of man to man: Your rage for blood, wild as your thirtt of gain, whose laws indeed for ruin'd age provide, Shall no respects, not truths divine, retirain?

And strong compulsion plucks the scrap from 'Th' eternal fabric can a name undu?

pride; Is rape and murder lanetihed in you :

But still that scrap is bought with many a ligh, And us, what laws, as impious as severe,

And pride embitters what it can't deny.
Forbid the cominon rites of map to ihare?
Didst thou, creative Power ! thy views confine : Soine járıing nerve that baffes your repole ;

Say ye, oppress'd by some fantastic woes,
For onc proud race the Spacious tarth design?

Who prets the downy couch, while Naves advance For them alone does plenty deck the vale,

With uimid cye, to read the distant glance ; Biuth in the fruit, and ringe the fuented g le ? Who will fac prayers the wcary doctor tease For them the seasons ail ihcir liveets unfoid ?

To name the nameless ever-new difcafe ; Blooms the fresh role, and thines the waving gold: Who with mock-patience dire complaints endurs, O no! all bounteous is thy cqual hand, Which real pain, and that alone, can cure; And thy fix'd laws irrevocable ttand!

How would ye bear in real pain to lie, Hapless Zamboia! had it been thy fate

Despis’d, neglected, left alone to die? With me to share my more propitious stare;

How would ye bcar to draw your latest breath, Thy foul had breath d no impious with to die,

Where alltliat's wretched paves the way for death? Nor the big tear had trembled in thine eye.

Such is that room which one rude beam divides, Disjoin'd from thee, I too to slavery went ;

And naked rafters form the sioping files; But Heaven a father, not a master, lent.

Where the vile bands that bind the thatch are seen, He seeins as Virtut's iclf in mortal guise ;

And lath and mud are all that lie between: Tho' wealthy, fimple, and tho' medelt, wife.

Saveonedull pane,that, ccartely patch d, gires way Bleft be the hand ibat life and freedo:n gave!

To the rude tempest, yet excludes the day: That pow'r can boast, excited but to save!

Here, on a matica Hock, with dutt o'erspread, Bleft the fage tongue that ford the vacant mind, The diooping wretch reclines liis languid head; The manners fofren'd, and the heart retind!

For hun no hand the cordial cup applies, That, ftill to Heaven's unerring dictates true,

Vor wipes the tear that stagnates in his eyes; Eternal truth unfolled to our view!

Ne friends with friti discourli his pain beguie,
But, comc! thiy tuint and weary limbs repole,

Nor promile liope Lili lickinels wears a smile.
Forgetful of thy fears, thy griets compote;
By morning's dawn with carnest foor i fpeed,
Nor sleep these eyes till I behold thee fraid.
Some wealth I have; and, did I prize it more,

$ 127. Difeription of a Country sporycany

CRABBE Well spard for this I deem the facred store.

So taikid these friends, and to the corlage haite; BUT coon a loud an? hafty fimmons ca!'s,
While fad Zamboia his pursuers trac'd.

Shakes the thin roof, and echoes round the walls
The ruflian band arreft te haplefs twain, inon a figure enters, quainily ntal,
And pray’rs, and tears, and promises are vain : All pride and bus'neis, bultle and conceit;
Their vengefui fervour, no-not gifts abate; Moh locks under it by these scenes of woe,
But, bound in chains, they drag hiin to his fate Vith Ipued that, entering, spesks his hafte to go;

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He bids the gazing throng around him fly, While Sloth with many a pang torments her Slave,
And carries fate and phyfic in his eye ;

Fear waits on guilt, and Danger shakes the brave.
A potent quack, lung vers’d in human ills,
Who Girft infults the victim whom he kills;

$ 130. Apology for Vagrants. ANON. And whose tender mercy neglect.

Has long fortuno held ,
Paid by the parish for attendance here, Known to no human love, no human care,
He wears contempt upon his sapient încer;

The friendless, homeless object of despair;
In haste he seeks the bed where mifery lies,

For the poor vagrant feel, while he complains,
Impatience mark'd in his averted eyes;

Nor from fud frcedom send io fadder chains.
And, some habitual queries hurried o'er,

Alike, if folly or inis fortune bronght
Without reply, he rushes on the door;

Those last of woes his evil days have wrought;
His drooping patient, long inur'd to pain, Relieve with social mercy, and, with me,
And long unheeded, knows remontirance vainz 'olly's misfortune in the first degree.
He ceases now the feeble help to crave

Perhaps on fome inhospitable ihore
Of man, and mutely hastens to the grave. The houscleis wretch a widow'd parent hore;

Who, then no more by golden proipects led, 128. Description of a Couniry Clergyman Of the poor Indian begg'u a leafy bed. visiiing the Sick.

CRABBE.

Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, ere his death some pious doubts arise, Perhaps that parent mourn'd her foldier llain; Some simple fears which “ bold bad” men Bent o'er her babe, her eye diffolv'd in dew', despite;

The big drops mingling with the milk he drew,
Fain would he ask the parish priest to prove

Gave the sad pretage of his future years,
His tiile certain to the joys above ;

The child of misery baptiz'd in tears !
For this he sends the murmuring nurse, who calls
The holy stranger to these dismal walls; § 131. Epifile to a young Gentleman, on bis
And doch not he, the pious man, appear,

leaving Elon School. By Dr. ROBERIS.
He, “pailing rich with forty pounds a year?”
Ah no' a shepherd of a different stock,

SINCE now a nobler scene awakes thy care,

Since manhood dawning, to fair Granta's tow'rs,
Aod far unlike him, feeds this little flock;

Where once in life's gay Ipring I lov'd to roam,
A jovial youth, who thinks his Sunday's talk
As much as God or man can fairly alk;

Invites thy willing steps ; accept, dear youth,

This parting firain; accept the fervent pray's The reft he gives to loves and labours light,

of him who loves thee with a pallion pure
To fields the morning, and to feafts the night ;

As ever friendship drupp'd in human heart;
None better skill'd the noisy pack to guide,
To urge their chace, to chcer them, or to chide; The prayer, That he who guides the hand of youth

Thro' all the puzzled and perplexed round
Sure in his shot, his game he seldom mits'd,

Of life's meand'ring path, u; on thy head
And feldom fail'd to win his game at whist;
Then, while such honours blootn around his head, which health, which virtue, and which fame cau

May shower down every blefling, every joy,
Shall he fit fadly by the fick man's bed,

gile! To raise the hope he feels not, or with zeal

Yet think not I will deign to flatter thee : To combat fears that ev’n the pious feel?

Shall he, the guardian of thy faith and truth,

The guide, the pilot of thy tender years,
$ 129. The Reason for describing the Vices of reach thy young heart to feel a fpurious glow
the Village. CRABBE.

At undeserved praiso? Perith the flave
humble , , in
Why make the poor as guilty as the great : Pours poifon'd Hattery, and corrupts the foul
To Thew'the great, those mightier fons of pride, With vain concuit; whose base ungenerous art
How near in vice the lowest are allied ;

Fawns on the vice, which some with honcft hand
Such are their natures, and their patsions such, Have torn for ever from the bleeding breast !
But these disguite too little, thole too much : Say, gentle youth, remember'st thou the day
So thall the man of pow'r and pleasure fee When o'er thy tender thoulders first I hung
In his own fave as vile a wretch as he; The golden lyre, and taught thy trembling band
In his luxuriant lord the servant find

Totouch th'accordant strings ? Fro!n that blest hour
His own low pleasures and degenerate mind : I've seen thee panting up the hill of fame ;
And each in all the kindred vices trace

Thy little heart beat high with honest praile,
Of a poor, blind, bewilder'd, erring race; Thy cheek was futh'd, and oft thy sparkling cye
Who, a short time in varied fo: tune part, shot Hames of young ambition. Never quench
Pie, and are equal in the dust at lait.

That generous ardour in thy virtuous breast.
And you, ye poor, who still lament vour fate, Sweet is the concord of harinonious founds,
Forbear to envy
thore

When the soft lute or pealing organ strikes reckon great;

you And know, amid those bleflings they poíless, The well-atremper'd ear ; fweet is the breath They are, like you, the viclins of diftreis ; Of honeft love, whçn nymph and gentle Twain

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Waft sighs alternate to each other's heart: A lucid mirror, in which Nature secs
But not the concord of harmonious founds, All her reflected features. Bacon there
When the soft lute or pealing organ strikes Gives more than female beauty to a stone,
The well-attemper'd ear; nor the tweet breath And Chatham's cloquence to marble lips.
Of honest love, when nymph and gentle sivain Nor does the chitcl occupy alone
Waft sighs alternate to cach other's heart, The pow'rs of sculpture, but the style as much;
So charm with ravishment the raptur'd fenfe, Each province of her art her equal care.
As does the voice of well-deservd report With nice incision of her guided steel
Strike with sweet mclody the conscious foul. She ploughs a brazen field, and clothes a foil

On ev'ry objeet thro' the giddy world So ficrile with what charms foe'er she will,
Which fashion to the dazzled eye prefents, The richest scenery, and the loveliest forms,
Freih is the gloss of newnets; look, dear youth, Where finds Philosophy her cagle eye,
O look, but not admire : 0) let not these With which she gazes at yon burning disk
Rase from thy noble heart the fair records Undazzled, and detects and counts his spx is?
Which youth and education planted there : In London. Where her implements exact,
Let not affcction's full impetuous tide,

With which he calculates, computes, and scans, Which riots in thy generous breast, be check'd All distance, motion, magnitude ; and now By selfith cares; nor let the idle jeers

Veasures an atom, and now girds a world? Of laughing fools make thee forget thyself. In London. Where has commerce such a man, When didit thou hear a tender tale of woe, So richi, fo throng'd, so drain'd, and so fupplied And feel thy heart at reft? Have I not leen As London, opulent, enlarg'd, and still In eliy swoln eye the tear of sympathy, Increasing London Babylon of old The inilk of human kindness: Whendist thou Not more the glory of the carth, than the With envy rankling hear a rival prais'd ? A more accomplish'd world's chief glory now, When didit thou fight the wretched? when de- She has her praise. Now mark a spot or two The modest humble suit of poverty? ['pilo That fo much beauty would do well to purge; Thefe virtues fiill be thine ; nor ever learn And thew this queen of cities, that so fair To look with cold cyc on the charities

May yet be foul, so witty yet not wise. Of brother, or of parents ; think on those li is not scemly, nor of good report, Whofe anxious care thro'childhood's flippery path That she is lack in discipline ; more prompt Sustain'd thy feeble steps; whole every

with T'avenge than to prevent the breach of law. Is waited ftill to thee; reinember those

That the is rigid in denouncing death
Even in thy heart while me irony holds her feat. On petty robbers, and indulges life
And oft as to thy mind thou thait recall And libcrty, and oft-times honour too,
The tweet companions of thy earliest years, To peculators of the priblic gold.
Mates of thy sport, and rivals in the firife Thatthieves ai home must hang; but he that puis
Of every generous art, remember me.

Into his overgorg'd and bloated purse
The wealth of Indian provinces, cfcapes.

Nor is it well, nor can it come to gooil, $ 132. Great Cities, and London in particular, That, through profane and infidel contempt allowed tbeir que l'ruise. COWPER.

Of holy writ, the has presum'd t'annul BUT tho'true worth and virtue in the mild And abrogate, as roundly as the may, And genial foii of cultivatcd life

The total ordinance and will of God; Thrive moft, and may perhaps thrive only there, Advancing fathion to the post of truth, Yet not in cities oft; in proud, and gay, And cent'ring all authority in modes And gain-devoted ciries. Thither flow, And cuftoms of her own, till Sabba:h rites As to a common and most noilome fewer, Have dwindled into unrepelled forins, The dregs and feculence of ev'ry land.

And knees and hassocks are well-nigh divorce. In cities, foul example on most minds

God made the country, and man made the foud. Begets its likeness. Rank abundance breeds What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts In gross and pamper'd cities sloth and lust, That can alone make fiveet the bitter draught And wantonness, and gluttonous excels. That lifc holds out to all, should most abound, In cities, vice is hidden with most ease,

And least be threaten'd, in the acids and groves! Or seen with leaft reproach; and virtue, taught Policis ye therefore, ye who, Lorne about By frequent lapse, can hope no triumph there In chariots and sedans, know no fatigue Beyond th' achievement of successful fight. But that of idlenets, and taste no scenes I do confess them nurs'ries of the arts,

But fuch as art contrives, poflefs ye fill In which they flourish most; where, in the beams Your element; there only ye can thine, Of warın encouragement, and in the eye There only minds like yours can do no harm. Of public note, they reach their perfect fize. Our groves were planted to console at noon Such London is, by taste and wealth proclaim'd rhe pensive wand'rer in their thades. At ere The fairelt capital of all the world,

The moon-beam, sliding softly in between By riot and incontinence the vorfi.

The sleeping leaves, is all the light they wish; Tohcrc, couch'd by Reynolds, a dull blank becomes Birds warlling, all the music, We can spare

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The splendour of your lamps ; they but eclipse Till gowns at length are found mere masquerade;
Our softer satellite. Your fongs confound The tallel'd cap and the spruce band a jeit,
Our more harmonious notes. The thrush departs. A mock’ry of the world. What nced of these
Scar'd, and th' offended nightingale is mute. lior gamcilers, jockies, brothellers impure,
There is a public mischief in your mirth; Spendthrifts, and booted sportlinen, oft'ner scen
It plagues your country. Folly such as yours, With belted waist, and pointers at their heels,
Gracd with a sword, and worthier of a fan, Than in the bounds of duty? What was learn'd,
Has made, which enemies could ne'er have done, If aught was learu'd in childhood, is forgot ;
Our arch of cmpire, steadfast but for you, And luch expence as pinches parents blue,
A mutilated fructure, foon to fall.

And mortifies the lib'ral hand of love,
Is squander'd in pursuit of idle sports

And vicious pleasures ; buys the boy a name, 133

The Want of Discipline in the Englis That fits a stigma on his father's house,
Universities. CowPER.

And cleaves through life inseparably close

To him that wears it. What can after-games IN colleges and halls, in ancient days,

When learning, virtue, piery, and truth, Of riper joys, and commerce with the world, Were precious, and inculcated with care,

The lewd vain world that must receive him soon, There dwelt a sage callid Discipline. His head, Add to such erudition thus acquir’d, Not yet by time completely filver'd o'er, Where science and where virtue are profess'd ? Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth, They may confirm his habits, rivet fast But strong for service still, and unimpair'd. His folly; but to spoil him is a talk His eye was meek and gentle, and a fimile

That bids defiance to th’united pow'rs Play'd on his lips, and in his speech was heard Of fashion, dislipation, taverns, ftews. Paternal sweetness, dignity, and love.

Now, blame we most the nursings or the nurse? The occupation dearest to his heart

The children crook'd, and twisted, and deform’d, Was to encourage goodness. He would stroke Through want of carc, or her whole winking eye The head of modest and ingenuous worth

And llumb'ring ofcitancy mars the brood ? That blush'd at its own praile, and press the youth The nurse no doubt. Regardless of her charge, Close to his side that pleas'd him. Learning grew, She needs herself correction; needs to learn, Beneath his care, a thriving vigorous plant;

That it is dang’rous sp

with the world, The mind was well inform'd, the pallions held

With things fo facred as a nation's trust,
Subordinate, and diligence was choice.

The nurture of her youth, her dearest pledge.
If e'er it chanc'd, as fometimes chance it must,
That one among so many overleap'd
The limits of controul, his gentle eye

§ 134. Happy the Freedom of the Man whom Grew stern, and darted a severe rebuke;

Grace makes free-His Relish of the Works of

God Address to the Creator. CowPER.
His frown was full of terror, and his voice
Shook the delinquent with such fits of awc, HE is the freeman whom the truth makes free,
As left him not till penitence had won
Lost favour back again, and clos'd the breach. That hellish foes confed'rate for his harm
But Discipline, a faithful servant long,

Can wind around him, but he cafts it off
Declin'd at length into the vale of years : With as much ease as Samson his green withes.
A palsy struck his arm; his sparkling eye

He looks abroad into the varied field
Was quench'd in rheums of age; his voice un Of Nature ; and tho'poor, perhaps, compar'd
firung

With those whose manfions glitter in his fight,
Grew tremulous, and mov'd derision more Calls the delightful scen'ry all his own.
Than rev’rence in perverse rebellious youth. His are the mountains, and the valleys his,
So colleges and halls neglected much

And the resplendent rivers ; his t' enjoy
Their good old friend; and Discipline at length, With a propriety that none can feel,
O'erlook'd and unemploy'd, fell fick and died. But who, with filial confidence inspir'd,
Then Study languilh'd, Emulation Nept,

Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,
And Virtue fled. The schools became a scene And smiling fay-My Father made them all :
Of folemn farce, where Ignorance in ftilts, Are they not his by a peculiar right?
His

cap well lin'd with logic not his own, And by an emphasis of int'rest kis,
With parrot tongue perform'd the scholar's part, Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy,
Proceeding soon a graduared Dunce.

Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind
Then Compromise

had place, and Scrutiny With worthy thoughts of that unwcaried love
Became stone-blind, Precedence went in truck, That plann'd, and built, and still upholds a world,
And he was competent whose purse was fo. So cloth’d with beauty, for rebellious man?
A dissolution of all bonds ensued :

Yes ye may fill your garners, ye that reap
The curbs invented for the mulish mouth The loaded soil, and ye may waste much good
Of headstrong youth were broken ; bars and bolts In senseless riot; but

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will not find Grew rusty by disuse; and masly gates In feast or in the chace, in song or dance, Forgot their office, op'ning with a touch; A liberty like his, who, unimpeach'd

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