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On the Duke of B---'s House.
Sic siti lætantur Lares.
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On the Duke of B---'s House. Sic siti lætantur Lares.
Happily hous'd these Lares are,To feed on Vista's and fresh Air,
To dine with Humphrey's Duke each day,
And gaze their Supper-time away.
Wou'd Ceres bring her Sheafs of Corn,
'Twou'd better Sheffield's House adorn;
To which if Bacchus Grapes wou'd bring,
Then might the Lares laugh and sing.
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