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I will not rake the dunghill of thy crimes,

For who would read thy life that reads thy rhymes?

But of King David's foes be this the doom,

May all be like the young man, Absalom.

And for my foes, may this their blessing be,

To talk like Doeg, and to write like thee."

The following is an extract from the Epilogue.