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But what’s impossible, can never, By any hazard come to be, It is impossible that ever This place can furnish hints to me.

O Captain Elliot, what could make you Forsake the Indian fanes of yore? And what in mercy’s name could take you To this most stupid Chinese shore?

If in this world there is an object, For pity which may stand alone, It is a poet with no subject, Or with a picture worse than none.