What strange Resemblance can your Fancy see
'Twixt W---'s Fame and Wolsey's Infamy?
In vain through Greece and Italy you roam,
In vain explore our Annals here at Home,
In vain you conjure up old Shades from Hell,
For, as Friend Theobald hath express'd it well;
None but Himself can be his Parallel.
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