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oh but man, proud man! drest in a little breif authority, --most ignorant Of what he's most assur'd, his glassy essence; like An angry ape plays such fantastic tricks Before high [[underline]] Heav'n as might [[/underline]] make angels weep. And 'hark! The bell of death beats slow! heard ye the note profound?-- It pauses now, & now with rising knell Flings to the hollow [[underline]] gale [[/underline]] its sullen sound mason my 1st in dfence of yr life tho' he flies you spurn from your side like the Wretch you despise my 2d, with sorrow the truth I relate Comprehends all the good, & the wise & the great of my whole I have nothing peculiar to say Except that [[underline]] it markd the [[/underline]] decline of the day. Parson
