Or stifles Truth's reproof that will be heard;
And did I think a base and sordid Heap
Had in it the Ability to pluck
The Sting from Guilt, and smother how it came
In the vile Knowledge that it came to me?
It was a Madman's Dream—O ye good Gods!
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If Envy knew her Mark, she would beset
The poor Man's Table and the Shepherd's Hut,
Unroof'd to the cold Winter's wildest Blast,