ON FIELD-MARSHAL SUWOROW. A DIALOGUE.
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A. This Hero, though delighting much in blood, Was yet a tender-hearted creature.—B. Good. A. Without remorse he slaughter’d Turk and Pole, But still his nerves were very weak.—B. Poor soul! A. And he became a prey to grief, for why, His master frown’d upon him.—B. O fie! fie! A. Unkindness did his gentle heartstrings crack, And so the Hero came to an end.—B. Good lack! A. That one so valiant and so meek, is’t fit he Should go at last to the devil?—B. What a pity!