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III 5

The Man who pants for ample Sway
Must bid his Passions all obey;
Must bid each wild Desire be still,
Nor yoke his Reason with his Will:
For tho' beneath thy haughty Brow
Warm India's supple Sons should bow,
Tho' Northern Climes confess thy Sway,
Which erst in Frost and Freedom lay
If Sorrow pine or Av'rice crave
Bow down and own thyself a Slave.
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