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How Fruitless then had been Heaven's charity?
No Man on earth had liv'd, nor Beast, but thee.
Had'st thou been one to feed vpon the fare
Stor'd by old Priam for the Grecian War;
He, and his Sons had soon been made a prey,
Troys ten years Siege had lasted but one day;
Or thou might'st have preserv'd them, and at once
Chop't up Achilles, and his Mirmydons.
No Man on earth had liv'd, nor Beast, but thee.
Had'st thou been one to feed vpon the fare
Stor'd by old Priam for the Grecian War;
He, and his Sons had soon been made a prey,
Troys ten years Siege had lasted but one day;
Or thou might'st have preserv'd them, and at once
Chop't up Achilles, and his Mirmydons.
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