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While an intrinsic ardor prompts to write,
The muses promise to assist my pen;'Twas not long since I left my native
The land of errors, and Egyptian gloom:
Father of mercy, 'twas thy gracious

Here lies old Hobson,
Death hath broke his girt,
And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt,
Or els the ways being foul, twenty to one,