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The Bard, from prompt philanthropy, was prone
To tune his periods in true Pity's tone,
Or touch his tenderer notes to lays of Love,
In unison with hearts and harps above—
But when his warm Benevolence was checkt
By frigid coldness, or unkind neglect,
He laid aside the simple oaten flute;
Both plaintive pipe, and pensive Muse, were mute:
But such harse insult, such outrageous wrong,
Stirr'd up the strains of keen satyric Song;
While his meek spirit moved, by pungent smart,
These measures murmur'd from his injur'd heart.
To tune his periods in true Pity's tone,
Or touch his tenderer notes to lays of Love,
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But when his warm Benevolence was checkt
By frigid coldness, or unkind neglect,
He laid aside the simple oaten flute;
Both plaintive pipe, and pensive Muse, were mute:
But such harse insult, such outrageous wrong,
Stirr'd up the strains of keen satyric Song;
While his meek spirit moved, by pungent smart,
These measures murmur'd from his injur'd heart.
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CHAPTER 9th.
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