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Dr. Sheridan Wrote Underneath The Following Lines
By Jonathan Swift
Thus spoke great Bedel[1] from his tomb:
"Mortal, I would not change my doom,
To live in such a restless state,
To be unfortunately great;
To flatter fools, and spurn at knaves,
To shine amidst a race of slaves;
To learn from wise men to complain
And only rise to fall again:
No! let my dusty relics rest,
Until I rise among the blest."
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[Footnote 1: Bishop Bedel's tomb lies within view of the window.]
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