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Yet, pleas'd with idle Whimſies of his Brain,
And puff'd with Pride, this haughty Thing wou'd fain
Be thought himſelf the only Stay and Prop
That holds the mighty Frame of Nature up.
The Skies and Stars his Properties muſt ſeem,
Of all the Creatures he's the Lord, he cries.
And who is there, ſay you, that dares deny
So own'd a Truth? That may be, Sir, do I.
This boaſted Monarch of the World who awes
The Creatures here, and with his Nod gives Laws;
This ſelf-nam'd King, who thus pretends to be
The Lord of all, how many Lords has he?
Oldham a little alter'd.
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