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An EPIGRAM.
By the Same.
[I dropt a thing in verse, without a name]
I dropt a thing in verse, without a name;I felt no censure, and I gain'd no fame:
The public saw the bastard in the cradle,
But ne'er enquir'd; so left it to the beadle.
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The real father lay perdue, and smil'd.
The public now enlarges every grace,
What shining eyes it has! how fair a face!
Of parts what symmetry! what strength divine!
The noble brat is sure of Pelops' line.
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