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TYRANTS unhappy.
Ah! dreadful state of soul-consuming woe,Which tyrants, proud oppressors, undergo!
Not all their power, nor riches can bestow
One heart-felt pleasure which the meanest know.
What torments then must curse their guilty hours
Who live immur'd in citadels and towers?
Who think, mistrustful of their menial band,
Each slave conceals a dagger in his hand?
Such chastisements the Gods for those ordain
Who uncontroul'd despotically reign.
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