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The Conclusion.

Then let us boast of Ancestors no more,
Or Deeds of Heroes done in Days of Yore,
In latent Records of the Ages past,
Behind the Reer of Time, in long Oblivion plac'd.
For if our Vertues must in Lines descend,
The Merit with the Families would end:
And Intermixtures would most fatal grow;
For Vice would be Hereditary too:
The Painted Blood would of necessity,
In Voluntary Wickedness convey.
Vice, like Ill-Nature, for an Age or two,
May seem a Generation to pursue:
But Vertue seldom does regard the Breed;
Fools do the Wise, and Wise Men Fools succeed.
What is't to us what Ancestors we had?
If Good, what better? Or what worse, if Bad?
Examples are for Imitation set,
Yet all Men follow Vertue with regret.
Cou'd but our Ancestors retrieve their Fate,
And see their Off-spring thus Degenerate;
How we contend for Birth and Names unknown,
And build on their past Actions, not our own;
They'd cancel Records, and their Tombs Deface,
And openly disown the Vile Degenerate Race:
For Fame of Families is all a Cheat,
'Tis Personal Vertue only makes us Great.