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Rh "I, who was wont the fetal board to grace, "And 'midt the circle lift my honet face, "White o'er with froth, like Etna crown'd with now, "Which mantled o'er the brown abys below, "Where Ceres mingled with her golden tore "The richer poils of either India's hore, "The dulcet reed the Wetern ilands boat, "And picy fruit from Banda's fragrant coat. "At olemn feats the nectar'd draught I pour'd, "And often journey'd round the ample board: "The portly Alderman, the tately Mayor, "And all the furry tribe my worth declare; "And the keen Sportman oft, his labours done, "To me retreating with the etting un, "Deep draughts imbib'd, and conquer'd land and ea, "And overthrew the pride of France—by me.

"Let meaner clay contain the limpid wave, "The clay for uch an office nature gave; "Let