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But thou forsooth must be a king,
Remembrance from thy breast. Where is that faded garment? where The gewgaws thou wert fond to wear,
The star, the string, the crest? Vain froward child of empire! say, Are all thy playthings snatch'd away?
Where may the wearied eye repose
Whom envy dared not hate,