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not much taken notice of, which some empty conceited Heads are apt to run into, out of a Prodigality of Words, and a Want of Sense. This is the Extravagance of your copious Writers, who lose their Meaning in the Multitude of Words, and bury their Sense under Heaps of Phrases. Their Understanding is rather rarified, than condensed: Their Meaning, we cannot say, is dark and thick; it is too light and subtle to be; discerned; it is spread so thin, and diffused so wide, that it is hard to be collected. Two Lines would express all they say in two Pages: 'Tis nothing but whipt Sylla-
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