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1024 So large my Will The little that I may Embarrasses Like gentle infamy— Affront to Him For whom the Whole were small Affront to me Who know His Meed of all. Earth at the best Is but a scanty Toy— Bought, carried Home To Immortality. It looks so small We chiefly wonder then At our Conceit In purchasing. Edited by Peter Carter
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