Curse On Ungrateful Man, That Can Be Pleas'D, And Yet Can Starve The Author Of The Pleasure! O Thou My Elder Brother In Misfortune, By Far My Elder Brother In The Muses, With Tears I Pity Thy Unhappy Fate! Why Is The Bard Unpitied By The World, Yet Has So Keen A Relish Of Its Pleasures?
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