Date: 1809, 1812
"There fawning flatt'ry wins its way, / There the base passions join the fray, / Like beasts that on each other prey; / While the smile hides each trait'rous heart, / And interest plays a Proteus part."
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Date: 1815
"With my own hand I'll ope the way / From its base tenement of clay; / Tir'd of its suff'rings here below, / I'll loose it from this scene of woe; / I'll prune its wings and let it fly, / To seek again its native sky."
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