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20 With like participation. Wherefore then, O sons of earth! would you dissolve the tye? O wherefore, with a rash, imperfect aim, Seek you those flow'ry joys with which the hand Of lavish fancy paints each flatt'ring scene Where beauty seems to dwell, nor once inquire Where is the sanction of eternal truth, Or where the seal of undeceitful good, To save your search from folly? Wanting these, Lo! beauty withers in your void embrace, And with the glitt'ring of an idiot's toy Did