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Ejusdem Pars Altera.
Imitation.
Unhallow'd race! would God my aged wombWhich hatch'd you first, could now become your tomb,
And that, with open mouth, I could devour
And send you quick down to the Stygian shore,
Where you in dismal shades of night might lye,
And never more your Country so betray!
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