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A wish was my father, dissappointment my Mother I came into this world like you, or another; I'm gaz'd at with wonder, tho all I can boast Is a natural firmness to stick to my post. Would you know when existed the first of our kind Search the Poets, search Hist'ry you never will find Yet I verily think, had the wife of old Adam Behav'd as she ought, like a true honest Madam Time an antient as Cain had our origin told And our names in antiquity long been enroll'd

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Mark