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Rh  What is that monarch but a mortal man, His crown a pageant, and his life a ſpan? With all his guards and his dominions he Muſt ſicken too, and die as well as we.

Thoſe boaſted names of conquerors and kings Are ſwallow’d, and become forgotten things: One deſtin’d period men in common have, The great, the baſe, the coward, and the brave, All food alike for worms, companions in the grave. The prince and paraſite together lie: No fortune can exalt but Death will climb as high. princes ſat. Beauty and Law contend: The queen of Love will her own cauſe defend. Secure ſhe looks, as certain none can ſee Such Beauty plead and not her captive be. What need of words with ſuch commanding eyes? “Muſt I then ſpeak? O Heav’ns!” the charmer cries: