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 dieae, and to the pangs of diolution, the imple avage never dreamt that his nature was o much more noble, or that he drew his origin from a purer ource, or more remote than the animals in whom he aw a reemblance o compleat. Nor were the imple ounds, by which he expreed the inglenes of his heart, at all fitted to flatter him into that fond ene of uperiority over the creatures, whom the fatidious inolence of cultivated ages aburdly tyles mute. I ay, aburdly tyles