This might he do, and so in safety sleep,
By largely casting to the angry deep;
Or, better yet (its swelling force t' assuage,)
By pouring oil of flattery on its rage.
And now, of all the heart approved, possess'd,
Fear'd, favour'd, follow'd, dreaded, and caress'd,
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He gently yields to one mellifluous joy,
The only sweet that is not found to cloy,
Bland adulation! Other pleasures pall