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In sep'rate Cabin there you might behold
A Herd of Men by Titles only known;
Trim stately Courtiers, all imboss'd with Gold,
Whose yellow Lustre thro' the Darkness shone:
But their o'erwhelming Brows did seem to borrow
A pensive Low'ring from repentant Sorrow.
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