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lively Colours, that we are struck with Sympathy, and do feel by Reading, that he wrote from his Heart under the deepest Sense, and the most present Impression of the Evils he bewaileth. I have met with none that may compare with him in the Weight and Solemnity of his Style, in the Strength and Clearness of Direction, in the Beauty and Majesty of Expression, and that noble Negligence of Phrase, which maketh his Words wait every where upon his Subject, with a Readiness and Propriety, that Art and Study are almost Strangers to.
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