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But when the tott'ring Church his aid requir'd,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
With Moderation-Principles Inspir'd,
Forsook his Friends, and decently Retir'd?
Nor has he any real just Pretence
To that vast Depth of Politicks and Sense.
For where's the Depth, when Publick Credit's high,
To manage an o'erflowing T——s——y?
Or where the Sense to know the Tricks of Game,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
Since Sims, Sir James, and Holloway may Claim
A Knowlege as profound as his, as loud a Fame?
I fear the Man, who dares the Truth assert,
Who never plays the Double-dealing Part;
The Patriot's Soul disdains the Trimmer's Art.

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