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 For ev'ry thing, when from its Center born, Still thither tends, still thither will return. So from it's Orb a Comet glaring Flies, With unauspicious Beams thro' distant Skies; But soon Revolting to it's Native Sphear, Owns the attractive Force and Vortex there. Let him with these Accomplishments supply Hortensio's steady Faith, and Loyalty. Bruchus, for he has Wealth to buy a Place, Shall wear Urbano's Key, his Post disgrace. A worthy Son, in whom collected shine The Follies of his Mad and Ideot Line. Lord of the woful Countenance, whose Skin Seems fear'd without, and putrify'd within. A Dapper Animal, whose Pigmy Size Provokes the Ladies Scorn, and mocks their Eyes. But