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Further a tall Hibernian Troop attended,
Who erst, like Chymists, did vain Hopes pursue;
By costly Dress and courtly Phrase, depended
The Golden Nymph's Affections to subdue:
But now the Lass-lorn Lovers, in Disgrace,
Drop their Mock State, and wear a pensive Face.
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