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Excerpt from Poems on Several Occasions
And fure, if ought below the feats divine Can touch Immortals, 'tis a foul like thine A foul fupreme, in each hard inflance try'd, Above all pain, all pafiion, and all pride, The rage of pow'r, the blalt of public breath, The lull of lucre, and the dread of death.
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