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On the Death of a Monkey.
I
Here Busy and yet Innocent lyes Dead,Two things, that seldom meet:
No Plots nor Stratagems disturb'd his head,
Or's merry Soul did fret:
He shew'd like Superannuated Peer,
Grave was his look, and Politick his Air;
And he for Nothing too spent all his care.
II
But that he died of Discontent, 'tis fear'd,Head of the Monkey Rout;
To see so many Brother Apes preferr'd,
And he himself left out:
On all below he did his Anger showr,
Fit for a Court did all above adore,
H'had Shows of Reason, and few Men have more.
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