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Poem by Anonymous Accounts Balanced Whilst Zoilus, with canker’d spite, My reputation slays, The way that I his spleen requite, – Is loading him with praise. How oddly happy is my case, ’Tis easy to conceive, Since whatsoever either says, No mortal can believe. Anonymous Anonymous's other poems: 1153 Views |
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