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- Wretches there are, their lucky stars who bless
Whene'er they find a genius in distress;
Who starve the bard, and stunt his growing Fame
Lest they should pay the value for his name.
But JOHNSON rais'd the drooping bard from Earth
And fostered rising Genius from his birth:
His lib'ral spirit a Profession made,
Of what with vulgar souls is vulgar Trade. (en)
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