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The MORAL.
‘Thus, Flatt'ry do's Vain-glorious Fools betray
‘To ev'ry Parasite an easie Prey:
‘While Praise, beyond their Merit, they believe,
‘They are fit Tools for Flatt'rers to deceive;
‘Who thus th' Ascendant o'er their Favour get,
‘And pipe the list'ning Boobies to their Net.
‘Keep then, to countermine such dang'rous Arts,
‘A modest Sense of thy applauded Parts:
‘The Man, who of himself ne'er thinks too high,
‘Can all the Pow'r of wheedling Charms defie:
‘In vain the Syrens sing, he shill stands fast,
‘Like Ithacus, leash'd firmly to the Mast.
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