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EPIGRAM.
With title, wealth, and genius blest,The noble Byron knows no rest;
From clime to clime, he flies in vain,
Nor finds a refuge from his pain.
Is love, rejected love the cause,
Perfidious friendship, or the laws?
Or does the moon control his blood?
Ah no. What then? His books reviewed.
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