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To Mr. J. C. Sometime School-Master in Dublin.
With how much Wisdom you correct our Crimes,Laying in flore against the future Times,
You pluck those Weeds which in our Garden grow,
Then Seeds of Virtue you begin to sow;
What greater Gifts could be bestow'd and giv'n?
At once you both oblige our Earth and Heav'n;
You've Conquer'd all the Science that's below,
You study now to make us Live and Know.
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