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Amidst his pomp & profusion, some little meanness never fail'd to lurk. Nobody ever gave him credit for true generosity & even when he conferred a favor he had his [[underline]] own interest [[/underline]] in view.-- Exalted Socrates divinely brave Injur'd he fell & dying he forgave Too noble for revenge which still me find The weakest [[underline]] frailty of [[/underline]] a feeble mind.-- My firsts a Being all Mankind revere More to the heart than freind or Country dear My next within the panting bosom reigns When soft sensations fire the youthful veins My whole the savage & the sage obey All feel its [[underline]] power, but blush [[/underline]] to own its sway
