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LXXIII
TO THRASO

Whil'st thou sit'st drinking up thy Loyalty,
And rail'st at Laws, thou dost not understand,
Ador'st the Ministers, who know not [thee],
Sel'st thy long Freedom for a short Command,
The Power thou aim'st at, if o're thee one have,
In a rich Coat th'art but a ranting Slave.