Cave of Poverty, The - Part 27

My Tongue would faulter and my Utt'rance fail,
My Lungs grow weak, and Copiousness confuse
The Series of my Part-deliver'd Tale,
My Skill and Brain their Force and Functions lose;
So much Imaginary Work was there,
No Mem'ry cou'd comprise, no Verse declare.
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