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The billows stain'd by slaughter'd foes,
inferior praise afford;
Reason's a bloodless conqueror,
more glorious than the sword.

Nor can the thunders of huzzas
from shouting nations, cause
Such sweet delight, as from your heart
soft whispers of applause:

The dear deceas'd so fam'd in arms,
with what delight he'll view
His triumphs on the main outdone,
thus conquer'd, twice, by you?

Share his delight; take heed to shun
of bosoms most diseas'd
That odd distemper, an absurd
reluctance to be pleas'd:

Some seem in love with sorrow's charms,
and that foul fiend embrace:
This temper let me justly brand;
and stamp it with disgrace:

Sorrow! of horrid parentage!
thou second-born of hell!
Against heaven's endless mercies pour'd
how dar'st thou to rebel?

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