Democritus and Heraclitus.

1 min

Democritus, dear Droll, revisit Earth, And with our Follies glut Thy heighten'd Mirth: Sad Heraclitus, serious Wretch, return, In louder Grief our greater Crimes to mourn. Between You both I unconcern'd stand by: Hurt, can I laugh? and Honest, need I cry?

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