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Moderation
Nor this is wholy Air, nor that pure Flame,
But still in both some Atoms are the same.
Let Jano, second of this Trimming Band,
Next to Volpone deck'd with Honours stand.
Like him for black Ingratitude Renown'd,
Like him With all the Gifts of Cunning crown'd.
None better can the Jarring Senate guide,
Or lure the Flying Camp to either side,
Of an Invet'rate Old Fanatick Race,
Of Canting Parents, sprung this Child of Grace.
In Show a Tory, but a Whig in Heart,
For Saints may safely act the Sinner's part.
Once he was ours, and will be ours again,
For Art to stifle Nature strives in vain,
For
