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The Humble Irony

The one pride that I've ever had, Is that I've never had any; Tho' it sometimes paints me bad Not to have one out of many. But I, a man of a simple frame Betrothed to an uncommon soul, Consider conceit a ridiculous shame That should never on me take a toll! Yet I, tho' of no famous novelty That anyone could least speak of, Reside within a strong territory Which treats folly with keen rebuff. And not that I meant to be this proud: My pen rather chose to be this loud. "Never disdain a one who chose to be simple; Humility is enough a virtue worthy of honour."

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