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And thrice his hoary curls he sternly shook,
While grief and anger mingled in his look;
Then to its height his faltering voice he rear'd,
And through the fleet these awful words were heard:

O frantic thirst of honour and of fame,
The crowd's blind tribute, a fallacious name;

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