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And' that credit I may gain, Thus the matter bexplain. All his motions lately prove Buonaparte deep in love. Love inspires his daily scheme; Love supplies his nightly dream; Love, at Paris., is his boast ; Love attends him to our coast. Love along; the Rhine’s meanders, Swamps of Holland, bogs of Flanders, Ramble when and where he will, Love is his companion still, And will never let him rest, With enjoyment while unblest, Now perhaps Conjecture stupid, Thinks his love the flame of Cupid For some Venus, theme of wonder— No such thing !—’tis Love of Plunder •

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