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For ev'ry thing, when from its Center born,
Still thither tends, still thither will return.
So from it's Orb a Comet glaring Flies,
With unauspicious Beams thro' distant Skies;
But soon Revolting to it's Native Sphear,
Owns the attractive Force and Vortex there.
Let him with these Accomplishments supply
Hortensio's steady Faith, and Loyalty.
Bruchus, for he has Wealth to buy a Place,
Shall wear Urbano's Key, his Post disgrace.
A worthy Son, in whom collected shine
The Follies of his Mad and Ideot Line.
Lord of the woful Countenance, whose Skin
Seems fear'd without, and putrify'd within.
A Dapper Animal, whose Pigmy Size
Provokes the Ladies Scorn, and mocks their Eyes.
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