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118 Norton, from Daniel and Ostrœa sprung, Bless'd with his father's front, and mother's tongue, Hung silent down his never-blushing head; And all was hush'd, as Folly's self lay dead. Thus the soft gifts of Sleep conclude the day, And stretch'd on bulks, as usual, Poets lay.