After VER. 218 in the MS.--
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here one lean herring furnish'd Cotta's board,And nettles grew, fit porridge for their lord;Where mad good-nature, bounty misapplied,In lavish Curio blazed awhile and died;There Providence once more shall shift the scene,And showing H----y, teach the golden mean. After VER. 226, in the MS.-- That secret rare with affluence hardly join'd,Which W----n lost, yet B----y ne'er could find;Still miss'd by vice, and scarce by virtue hit,By G----'s goodness, or by S----'s wit.
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