Date: 1753, 1770
"Tho' liv'd he now he might appeal with scorn / To Lords, Knights, 'Squires and Doctors, yet unborn; / Or justly mad to Moloch's burning fane / Devote the choicest children of his brain."
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Date: 1770
"How light my heart feels from / A villainous guest that sat like lead upon it!"
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