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In vain thy fancy finer whims shall draw;
Good-breeding is as difficult as Law,
And, form'd so complex, makes itself a science,
To bid the Scholar and the Clown defiance.
Go then, and thus thy present Lords survey,
And let the Creatures feel they must obey;
Learn all their Arts, be these thy choicest hoard,
Be fear'd for these, and be for these ador'd."
And where are these? within the Bowl they lie;