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12 “And then he gave prodigious fêtes— “All Warsaw gather’d round his gates “To gaze upon his splendid court, “And dames, and chiefs, of princely port: “He was the Polish Solomon, “So sung his poets, all but one, “Who, being unpension’d, made a satire, “And boasted that he could not flatter. “It was a court of jousts and mimes, “Where every courtier tried at rhymes; “Even I for once produced some verses, “And sign’d my odes Despairing Thirsis. “There was a certain Palatine, “A count of far and high descent, “Rich as a salt or silver mine; “And he was proud, ye may divine, “As if from heaven he had been sent: “He had such wealth in blood and ore “As few could match beneath the throne; “And he would gaze upon his store, “And o’er his pedigree would pore,