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Rh Yet, pleas'd with idle Whimies of his Brain, And puff'd with Pride, this haughty Thing wou'd fain Be thought himelf the only Stay and Prop That holds the mighty Frame of Nature up. The Skies and Stars his Properties mut eem, Of all the Creatures he's the Lord, he cries. And who is there, ay you, that dares deny So own'd a Truth? That may be, Sir, do I. This boated Monarch of the World who awes The Creatures here, and with his Nod gives Laws; This elf-nam'd King, who thus pretends to be The Lord of all, how many Lords has he? John Oldham (poet) a little alter'd. Rh