The Muses, therefore, leave you, still,
To be as foolish, as you will.
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It would, perhaps, have made thee proud,
If, now, thy Lot had beene allow'd
To let an Emblem shadow forth
What is conceived of thy worth.
Or, if thy Vertues were descry'd,
Perchance, thou wouldst be more envy'd
Then praysed, when they are exprest;