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Poem	A Thurn Among them marble where the man may lie lie chieftains grand in final phase, or pause, 'O rare Ben Jonson', dictator too, & the thinky other Johnson, dictator too, backhanders down of laws, men of fears, weird & sly. Not of these least is borne to rest. If grandeur & mettle prompted his lone journey neither oh crowded shelved nor this slab I celebrates attest his complex slow fame forever (more or less). I imagine the Abbey among their wonders will be glad of him whom some are sorry for his griefs across the world grievously understated and grateful for that bounty, for bright whims of heavy mind across the tiresome world which the tiresome world debated, complicated.
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