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98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown! Coach, it insures, and footmen— Chamber, and state, and throng— Bells, also, in the village As we ride grand along! What dignified Attendants! What service when we pause! How loyally at parting Their hundred hats they raise! Her pomp surpassing ermine When simple You, and I, Present our meek escutheon And claim the rank to die!
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