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DIALOGUE.
A Patriot is a Fool in ev'ry age,
Whom all Lord Chamberlains allow the Stage: 40
These nothing hurts; they keep their Fashion still,
And wear their strange old Virtue as they will.

If any ask you, "Who's the Man, so near
"His Prince, that writes in Verse, and has his Ear?
Why answer Lyttelton, and I'll engage 45
The worthy Youth shall ne'er be in a rage:
But were his Verses vile, his Whisper base,
You'd quickly find him in Lord Fanny's case.
Ægysthus, Verres, hurt not honest Fleury,
But well may put some Statesmen in a fury. 50

Laugh then at any, but at Fools or Foes;
These you but anger, and you mend not those:
Laugh at your Friends, and if your Friends are sore,
So much the better, you may laugh the more.
To Vice and Folly to confine the jest, 55
Sets half the World, God knows, against the rest;

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