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 To number up the Thousands dwelling here, An useless were, and eke an endless Task: From Kings, and those who at the Helm appear, To Gipsies brown, in Summer-Glades who bask. Yea, many a Man perdie I could unmask, Whose Desk and Table make a solemn Show, With Tape-ty'd Trash, and Suits of Fools that ask For Place or Pension, laid in decent Row;

Of all the gentle Tenants of the Place, There was a Man of special grave Remark: A certain tender Gloom o'erspred his Face, Pensive not sad, in Thought involv'd not dark, As soote this Man could sing as Morning-Lark, And teach the noblest Morals of the Heart: But These his Talents were stark; Of the fine Stores he Nothing would impart,