Chapter 1184 of 1964 · 65 words · ~1 min read

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As these new cantos touch on warlike feats, To _you_ the unflattering Muse deigns to inscribe[iu] Truths, that you will not read in the Gazettes, But which 't is time to teach the hireling tribe Who fatten on their country's gore, and debts, Must be recited--and without a bribe. You _did great_ things, but not being _great_ in mind, Have left _undone_ the _greatest_--and mankind.