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While pensive poets painful vigils keep,Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep.
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Or where the pictures for the page atone,And Quarles is saved by beauties not his own.
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Soon to that mass of nonsense to return,Where things destroy'd are swept to things unborn.
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A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.
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But blind to former, as to future Fate,What mortal knows his pre-existent state?
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Till Peter's keys some christen'd Jove adorn,And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn.
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To aid our cause, if Heav'n thou can'st not bend,Hell thou shalt move.
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The Right Divine of Kings to govern wrong.
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To happy convents, bosomed deep in vines,Where slumber abbots, purple as their wines.
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Led by my hand, he sauntered Europe round,And gathered every vice on Christian ground.
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