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Ah Truro quite to honor loot How abject art thou grown Where's independance once thy boot The very shadow's gone
Thine Alderman the mayor past Like Asses now are led Depress is every honest heart Thy publick spirit's fled
Designing men thy councils guide And with a venal crew To Virtue lost & honest pride Their private ends persue
Size Antoinette is, but is [smudged: age] age not
My first is a preposition my second a female and my whole is a man of war --- Atlas