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MS-B.771.112
17 October 1771:1291,1292,1293 (1/33)
[Introduction to The Centinel. No. XVII.]
----Oh! how wretched
Is that poor man who hangs on Princes favours!
There is betwixt that smile which we aspire to,
That sweet regard of Princes and our ruin,
More pangs and fears than war and women know;
. . . [2 more lines, signed] Shakespeare.
[Within essay, another quote from Shakespeare at the bottom
of third column:
I can conceive of no greater misery of a political nature,
than to be followed with reproaches, and instead of having
"my bones, as Shakespear says, sleep in blessings, pursued
with curses." . . .
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