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Arms! arms! my friends, with speed my arms supply,
'Tis our last hour, and summons us to die;
My arms!—in vain you hold me,—let me go—
Give, give me back this moment to the foe.
'Tis well—we will not tamely perish all,
But die revenged, and triumph in our fall.

— Christopher Pitt The Æneid of Virgil (1740)

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To all, proportioned terms he must dispense,
And make the sound a picture of the sense.

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A mighty tree, that bears a golden bough.

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The shrill echoes ring amidst the skies.

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Be sure from nature never to depart;
To copy nature is the task of art.
The noblest poets own her sovereign sway,
And ever follow where she leads the way.

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I proved unfaithful to my former spouse,
And now I reap the fruits of broken vows!

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