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Couplet

Our age repudiates Delille,
For 'tis in thought debased:
Nor statue grants him, whom in life
On pedestal it placed.
Thus sages, poets, artists, catch
In vain at glory's ray:
Too oft posterity will snatch
This winding-sheet away.
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