On the Foundation of the Royal Academy
When nations grow old， the Arts grow cold，
And Commerce settles on every tree；
And the poor and the old can live upon gold，
For all are born poor， aged sixty-three.
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On the Foundation of the Royal Academy
When nations grow old， the Arts grow cold，
And Commerce settles on every tree；
And the poor and the old can live upon gold，
For all are born poor， aged sixty-three.