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A Name! enlarg'd with Titles not his own,
Servile to mount, and savage on a Throne;
Yet oft a Throne is dire Misfortune's Seat,
A pompous Wretchedness, and Woe in State!
But such the Curse that from Ambition springs,
For this, he slaughter'd half a Race of Kings:
But now reviving in the British Scene,
He looks majestic with a milder Mien,
His Features soften'd with the deep Distress
Of Love, made greatly wretched by Excess:
From Lust of Pow'r to jealous Fury tost,
We see the Tyrant in the Lover lost.
Servile to mount, and savage on a Throne;
Yet oft a Throne is dire Misfortune's Seat,
A pompous Wretchedness, and Woe in State!
But such the Curse that from Ambition springs,
For this, he slaughter'd half a Race of Kings:
But now reviving in the British Scene,
He looks majestic with a milder Mien,
His Features soften'd with the deep Distress
Of Love, made greatly wretched by Excess:
From Lust of Pow'r to jealous Fury tost,
We see the Tyrant in the Lover lost.
O! Love, thou Source of mighty Joy or Woe!
Thou softest Friend, or Man's most dang'rous Foe!
Fantastic Pow'r! What Rage thy Darts inspire,
When too much Beauty kindles too much Fire?
Thou softest Friend, or Man's most dang'rous Foe!
Fantastic Pow'r! What Rage thy Darts inspire,
When too much Beauty kindles too much Fire?
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