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THIS was originally written in the year 1715, when Mr. Addison intended to publish his book of Medals; it was some time before he was Secretary of State; but not published till Mr. Tickel’s Edition of his works: at which time the verses on Mr. Craggs, which conclude the poem, were added, viz. in 1720. P.

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VER. 41. Poor Vadius, J See his history, and that of his Shield, in the Memoirs of Scriblerus. .W.

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