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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