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Rh Fresh from the tripod of Apollo, I had it in the words that follow; Take notice, to avoid offence, I here except his excellence: "So, to effect his monarch's ends, From Hell a viceroy devil ascends; His budget with corruptions cramm'd, The contributions of the damn'd; Which with unsparing hand he strows Through courts and senates as he goes; And then at Beelzebub's black hall, Complains his budget was too small." Your simile may better shine In verse; but there is truth in mine. For no imaginable things Can differ more than gods and kings: And statesmen, by ten thousand odds, Are angels, just as kings are gods.

"——Tanti tibi non fit opaci Omnis arena Tagi.".

S some raw youth in country bred, To arms by thirst of honour led, When at a skirmish first he hears The bullets whistling round his ears, Will duck his head aside, will start, And feel a trembling at his heart, Rh