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Rh Sit down dismay'd, and leave the entangled scene For scorn to sport with. Such then is th' abode Of folly in the mind; and such the shapes In which she governs her obsequious train. Thro' every scene of ridicule in things To lead the tenour of my devious lay; Thro' every swift occasion, which the hand Of laughter points at, when the mirthful sting Distends her sallying nerves and choaks her tongue; What were it but to count each crystal drop Which morning's dewy fingers on the blooms Of May distill? Suffice it to have said, Where'er the pow'r of ridicule displays Her