And Folly aids them both, impatient to believe.
Such, sons of Britain! are the guides ye trust;
So wise their counsel, their reports so just:—
Yet, though we cannot call their morals pure,
Their judgment nice, or their decisions sure;
Merit they have, to mightier works unknown,
A style, a manner, and a fate their own.
We, who for longer fame with labour strive,
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Are pain'd to keep our sickly works alive;