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If, who would speak things well , must make them clear ,
And souls are touch'd, most strongly, thro' the ear ,
If none convince , but they, who, first, perswade ,
These preaching quacks, of heav'n, mistake their trade:
Who cloak their brightness, with a cloud of form ,
And freeze the fancy, which they ought to warm .
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