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In Invidum, Epig. 61.
Rome praises, loves, and sings my merry leaves,Me every bosom, every hand receives.
One blushes, one growes pale, and one disdains,
One stands amazd, one hates me for my pains:
This was my great desire, my wishd increas,
Now now my verses, now my verses please.
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