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22 He knew them flatterers of the festal hour,

The heartless Parasites of present cheer.

Yea! none did love him—not his lemans dear—

But pomp and power alone are Woman's care,

And where these are light Eros finds a feere;

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare.

And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair.