English poem
Democritus And Heraclitus
Democritus, dear droll, revisit earth, And with our follies glut thy heighten'd mirth: Sad Heraclitus, serious wretch, return, In louder grief our greater crimes to mourn, Between you both I unconcern'd stand by; Hurt can I lauh? and honest need I cry?
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- Down-Hall. A Ballad.
- Epigram - Frank Carves Very Ill
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