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For with false mirror held up nature's light Shew'd erring Pride, [[underline]] whatever is, is right; [[/underline]] That reason, passion, answer one great aim That true Self Love, & Social were the same; That virtue alone makes our bliss below And all our [[underline]] knowledge was ourselves to know. [[/underline]] Statesman yet freind to truth, of soul sincere In action faithful & in honor clear Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end Who gain'd no title, & who lost no freind Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd And prais'd, [[underline]] unenvy'd by the Muse [[/underline]] he lov'd. -- Virtue's an ingot of peruvian gold Sense the bright one potosa's mines unfold But temper's image, must their use create And give [[underline]] those precious metals [[/underline]] sterling weight.
