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The solemn fop; significant and budge;
A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.[415:1]
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His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.[415:2]
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Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.[415:3]
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