| A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes | ||
EPIGRAM XII.
[We thought you without titles great]
We thought you without titles great,And wealthy with a small estate;
While by your humble self alone,
You seem unrated and unknown.
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High-borne, in all the pomp of pride;
Of grandeur vain and fond of pelf,
'Tis plain, my lord, you knew yourself.
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