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XXXVI. 



At risk of life thy pearls are sought, 

 Though worth intrinsically nought, 



They deck the imperial crown ; 

 And, Mj/tilusI^ the courtly train, 

 Profuse of ornament, and vain, 

 Spare neither toil, nor gold, to gain 



Thy pearls of fair renown. 



XXXVII. 



Not all congenial to my mind, 

 Pinna !^ thy orange suit I find, 



It hints at party zeal ; 

 We love to wear the olive wreath. 

 The warrior's deathful sword to sheathe, 

 And philanthropically breathe, 



Health to the public weal. 



