The fatal forfeit of too lenient power.
Mourn for the Man we may;—but for the King,—
Freedom, oh! Freedom’s such a charming thing!
“Much may be said on both sides.”—Hark! I hear
A well-known voice that murmurs in my ear,—
The voice of Candour.—Hail! most solemn sage,
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Thou drivelling virtue of this moral age,
Candour, which softens party’s headlong rage.
Candour,—which spares its foes;—nor e’er descends