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But since he cross’d the rapid tide,

According to the doubtful story ,

To woo t — and"— Lord knows what beside,And swam for Love , as I for Glory;

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’Twcre hard to say who fared the best:

Sad mortals! thus the Gods still plague you!He lost his labour, 1 my jest:

For he was drown’d, and I’ve the ague.