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 * And now complete my gen’rous labours lie,

Finish'd and ripe for immortality, Death shall entomb in dust this mould'ring frame, But never reach th' eternal part—my fame. When W* and G**, mighty names! are dead, Or but at Chelsea, under custards, read; When critics crazy bandboxes repair, And tragedies, turn’d rockets, bounce in air, High-rais'd on Fleet-street posts, consign'd to fame, This shall shine, and  bless my name.