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“Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound,Much Fruit of Sense beneath i…”

“Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,In pleasing memory of all he stole.”

“So pleas'd at first the tow'ring Alps we try,Mount o'er the vales, and seem to …”

“All Nature is but art, unknown to theeAll chance, direction, which thou canst n…”