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“ ‘Oh, curst the Mortal, who the first was found teaching the tree to wear the flowing sheet! worthy th’ eternal pains of the Profound, if just that justest law I hold and greet. Ne’er may man’s judgment lofty and renown’d, nor genius rare, nor harp sonorous sweet, requite such gift with mem’ory, honour, fame; perish thy glory, perish e’en thy name!