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HALL a Poet find a Patron, and not a Lunatick? Let it not be said, Gulliver's alive, or the Laputians had e're now crush'd us, by coming down to mourn him; yet his Lustre dazzles; he cannot be conceal'd: His Fame rings loudly in the : To Clods of Earth I tell it.