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VERSES By Way of Contraste to the foregoing Copy, and wrote upon the same Occasion.
Crassus , the dullest, most pedantick Fool,That ever humm'd o'er Jargon in a School,
Ambitious of attaining endless Fame,
At first, by Study thought to raise his Name;
For this, by Day, the plodding Pedant por'd;
For this, by Night, o'er sacred Sages snor'd;
But when he found his dull Attempts were vain,
And Nature gave him too much Tongue for Brain:
Thinks he the Painter shall these Honours give,
And make this Face, at least, in Colours live,
Quick as his Word, the Seeds of Fame arise,
And lo! the mimick Monster strikes our Eyes!
So like! so just the living Copy too,
For both were made for Nothing but for shew!
O may their Fates to the same End be turn'd,
May both be Hang'd, and when decay'd, both Burn'd!
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