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He touch'd the tender stops of various quills,With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.
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At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue:Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new.
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The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents.
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Litigious terms, fat contentions, and flowing fees.
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Attic tragedies of stateliest and most regal argument.
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Be frustrate, all ye stratagems of Hell,And devilish machinations come to nought.
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My rising is thy fall
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