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 At last agreed, together out they fly, Inseparable now, the Truth and Lye; The strict Companions are for ever join'd, And this or that unmix'd, no Mortal e'er shall find.

While thus I stood, intent to see and hear, One came, methought, and whisper'd in my Ear; What cou'd thus high thy rash Ambition raise? Art thou, fond Youth, a Candidate for Praise?

'Tis true, said I, not void of Hopes I came, For who so fond as youthful Bards of Fame? But few, alas! the casual Blessing boast, So hard to gain, so easy to be lost: How vain that second Life in others Breath, Th' Estate which Wits inherit after Death! Ease,