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On Hesiod.
Nor can th' straw-gatherers of Egypt fit,Us from their Poets more then vulgar wit,
Virtue with sweat's attain'd set on a hill,
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Bad counsel's worst to him who doth it give;
We're born of Gods: it is by them we live.
The mean's above the whole: See Hesiods flowers;
Are these like th' gardens water'd by heav'ns showers?
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