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"'Tis over now, and I must fly! This odious sight I cannot bear— The crime, the rage, the misery, That meet my vision ev'rywhere! To some obscure retreat I'll go, Far from abuses, vice, and woe. The wicked knaves who've cross'd my path, I'll visit with my studied wrath.