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A modest hope--but Modesty's my forte, And Pride my feeble:[741]--let us ramble on. I meant to make this poem very short, But now I can't tell where it may not run.[no] No doubt, if I had wished to pay my court To critics, or to hail the _setting_ sun Of Tyranny of all kinds, my concision[742] Were more;--but I was born for opposition.