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A Truth 113 [five flourishes]

What eye but drops the pitying Tear When poor abandoned Royal Lear Exclaims in accents wild- "Unlookid for, melancholy truth! "O! how much sharper than a serpents tooth, "it is to love a thankless Child! Thus spoke the King, his beams of glory shorn, An helpless outcast, destitute, forlorn; Deserted in his utmost need By those his former bounty fed. The striking portrait Shakespear drew-Not I- [Omund?], do thou, and thy [compreers?]apply.

  Ye who abuse the noblest gifts of God

Who strain your [powers?] to him from virtues's road A Prines, whose unsuspecting mind Vainly in you would kindred likeness find; O may the Royal Youth, unmasked, behold Those Venal flatt'rers for expectant Gold! Torn with remorse he'd quit the devious way, And curse those [arts?] that led his youth astray;

    Onse more a nation's confidence enjoy,
    A Father's and a peoples Joy;

And give new force unto the grateful [chain?] Which says,"Old Lear shall be King again

  {Five flourishes]