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Far other Stars than * and ** wear,
Yes, the laft Pen for Freedom let me draw, When Truth ftands trembling on the edge of Law; Here, laft of Britons! let your Names be read; Are none, none living? let me praise the Dead, And for that Caufe which made your Fathers fhine, -Fall by the Votes of their degenerate Line.
F. Alas, alas! pray end what you began, And write next winter more Effays on Man.
Tinitated in the Manner of Dr. SWIFT..
~IS true, my Lord, I gave my word,
UINQUE dies tibi pollicitus me rure futurum,