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Martial, Lib. 12, Epig. 94.
(IMITATED.)
You ask me, friend Jack, if from humble estate,By some strange freak of fortune, I chance to grow great,
How my mind with my newly-raised rank would accord,
And what sort of a man I should be as a Lord?
The question's an odd one—I know not, not I,
What change might take place, nor scarce how to reply.
Could you tell through your own mind what fancies might pass,
Were you once grown a Lion instead of an Ass?
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