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AN EPITAPH, ON A FOOLISH BOASTER, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Here to its pristine dust again is hurl'd
Last Line: Flutter a while, fall, and are seen no more.
Subject(s): Epitaphs; Pride; Self-esteem; Self-respect


HERE to its pristine dust again is hurl'd,
Of an inconstant soul, the little world;
He liv'd, as if to some great things design'd,
With substance small, boasting a princely mind.

Of body crooked, and distorted face,
But manners that did much his form disgrace.
In broils, his rage pusht him beyond his art,
Was kick'd, would face again, but wanted heart.

In his whole course of life so swell'd with Pride,
That, fail'd in all's intrigues, for grief he died.
Thus with ambitious wings we strive to soar,
Flutter a while, fall, and are seen no more.





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