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Their tender accents all the time revealing The love that lurks beneath their words' concealing.— I want no better, more expressive tongue Than that in which our master, Shakespeare, sung; Give me a spark of his immortal fire And 'tis the only favour I'll desire; The fates whate'er they will may then deny, And I their bounty still will magnify.
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