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A Conclusion, Drawn From The Epigrams, Epigram On The Busts, And Sent To The Drapier
By Jonathan Swift
Since Anna, whose bounty thy merits had fed,
Ere her own was laid low, had exalted thy head:
And since our good queen to the wise is so just,
To raise heads for such as are humbled in dust,
I wonder, good man, that you are not envaulted;
Prithee go, and be dead, and be doubly exalted.
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