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Of A Ministry Pitiful, Angry, Mean

Of a Ministry pitiful, angry, mean,

A gallant commander the victim is seen.

For promptitude, vigour, success, does he stand

Condemn'd to receive a severe reprimand!

To his foes I could wish a resemblance in fate:

That they, too, may suffer themselves, soon or late,

The injustice they warrent. But vain is my spite

They cannot so suffer who never do right.

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Jane Austen
1775-1817 / Female / English
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