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“My Hopes, the Envoy said, were swelling big,
“Was e'er such Honour offer'd to a Fig?
“He star'd and storm'd, and spoke with boiling Passion,
“Where will we find a Monarch to our Nation?
“I almost think that Kings are out of fashion.
He to the Senate went, and told the Story:
The Fig won't have your Diadem and Glory.