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1 Here take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, 2 Nor ought of Art or Labour use: 3 But let thy Lines rude and unpolisht go, 4 Nor Equal be their Feet, nor Num'rous let them flow. 5 The ruggeder my Measures run when read, 6 They'l livelier paint th'unequal Paths fond Mortals tread.
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