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CVIII.

There is the moral of all human tales;[485] 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past, First Freedom, and then Glory--when that fails, Wealth--Vice--Corruption,--Barbarism at last. And History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but _one_ page,--'tis better written here, Where gorgeous Tyranny hath thus amassed All treasures, all delights, that Eye or Ear, Heart, Soul could seek--Tongue ask--Away with words! draw near,