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... Thou wast the veriest slave in days of yore , That ever dragg'd a chain , or tugg'd an oar ; Thy monarchs arbitrary ... thou didst not dare exert , Verse cannot stoop so low as thy desert ; It shakes the sides of splenetic Disdain , Thou ...
... Thou wast the veriest slave in days of yore , That ever dragg'd a chain , or tugg'd an oar ; Thy monarchs arbitrary ... thou didst not dare exert , Verse cannot stoop so low as thy desert ; It shakes the sides of splenetic Disdain , Thou ...
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... thou then , sweet Charity ? where then , Thou tutelary friend of helpless men ? Wast thou in monkish cells and nunneries found , Or building hospitals on English ground ? No. - Mammon makes the World his legatee Through fear , not love ...
... thou then , sweet Charity ? where then , Thou tutelary friend of helpless men ? Wast thou in monkish cells and nunneries found , Or building hospitals on English ground ? No. - Mammon makes the World his legatee Through fear , not love ...
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... thou duke or earl , Shew thou hast sense enough to prize the pearl , And , as thou wouldst the advancement of thine heir Much trash unutter'd , and some ills undone , Through reverence of the censor of thy son . But , if thy table be ...
... thou duke or earl , Shew thou hast sense enough to prize the pearl , And , as thou wouldst the advancement of thine heir Much trash unutter'd , and some ills undone , Through reverence of the censor of thy son . But , if thy table be ...
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