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IV.
Let constant love adorn your life;
 Be constant innocence your guard;
Which most is yours, be all your strife;
 And which is most it's own reward.

V.
And then expect another prize;
 Expect the poet's deathless lays;
Just debts, which oft the world denies,
 The heaven-instructed poet pays.

VI.
His tribute shall the hero share,
 Too prodigal of human kind,
Where lofty strains, and honour's glare
 Cheat into eulogy the mind?

VII.
Sure then, ye swains, he will rehearse
 Your better lives, unstained with blood;
For here the salutary verse,
 While it delights us, makes us good!

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