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Rh ::Mock'd with deluding looks and smiles
 * When on her pity I depend;
 * My airy hope she soon beguiles,
 * And laughs to see my torments end.
 * So up the steepy hill with pain,
 * The weighty stone is roll'd in vain,
 * Which having touch'd the top recoils,

And leaves the labourer to renew his toils."

"As Britain in rich soil abounding wide, Furnish'd for use, for luxury, and pride, Yet spreads her wanton sails on every shore For foreign wealth, insatiate still for more; To her own wool the silks of Asia joins, And to her plenteous harvests Indian mines: