Glows with the general love of all mankind;—
Philanthropy,—beneath whose baneful sway
Each patriot passion sinks, and dies away.
Taught in her school to imbibe thy mawkish strain,
Condorcet, filtered through the dregs of Paine,
Each pert adept disowns a Briton’s part,
And plucks the name of England from his heart.
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What! shall a name, a word, a sound, control
Th’ aspiring thought, and cramp th’ expansive soul?