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 To all the miseries of life, Life in captivity Among inhuman foes. But who are these? for with joint pace I hear The tread of many feet stearing this way; Perhaps my enemies who come to stare At my affliction, and perhaps to insult, Thir daily practice to afflict me more.
 * Chor.This, this is he; softly a while,

Let us not break in upon him; O change beyond report, thought, or belief! See how he lies at random, carelessly diffus'd, With languish't head unpropt, As one past hope, abandon'd, And by himself given over; In slavish habit, ill-fitted weeds O're worn and soil'd; Or do my eyes misrepresent? Can this be hee, That Heroic, that Renown'd,  Rh