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The Earl's Answer,
written extempore.
Nor Bath, nor Tunbridge, can my Lays inspire;Nor radiant Beauty make me strike the Lyre:
Far from the busy Croud I sit, forlorn;
And sigh in secret, and in Silence mourn:
Nor can my Anguish ever find an End;
I weep a Father, and have lost a Friend.
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