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 The body to a trunk be turn'd, And branches issue from the arms. Thus Dædalus and Ovid too, That man's a blockhead, have confest: Powel and Stretch the hint pursue; Life is a farce, the world a jest. The same great truth South Sea has prov'd On that fam'd theatre, the alley; Where thousands, by directors mov'd, Are now sad monuments of folly. What Momus was of old to Jove, The same a Harlequin is now; The former was buffoon above, The latter as a Punch below. This fleeting scene is but a stage, Where various images appear; In different parts of youth and age, Alike the prince and peasant share. Some draw our eyes by being great, False pomp conceals mere wood within; And legislators, rang'd in state, Are oft but wisdom in machine. A stock