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TO THE SUSPPOSED AUTHOR OF THE
How long the war shall wit with virtue wage ?
Thy spotless thoughts unshock'd the priest may hear;
The brainless stripling, who, expellid the town,
A fauntering tribe ! such born to wide estates,
Such readers fcorn'd, thou wing'st thy daring flight
Such hints alone could British Virgil lend, And thou alone deserve from such a friend; A debt so borrow'd is illustrious Name, And fame when shar'd with him is double fame. So, fluth'd with sweets by Beauty's Queen bestow'd, With more than mortal charms Æneas glow'd: Such generous strifes Eugene and Marlborough try, And as in glory, so in friendship vie.
Permit these lines by thee to live-nor blame A Muse that pants and languishes for fame; That fears to fink when humbler themes she sings, Lost in the mass of mean forgotten things : Receiv'd by thee, I prophesy, my rhymes, The praise of virgins in succeeding times : Mix'd with thy works, their life no bounds shall see, But stand protected, as infpir'd, by thee.
So some weak shoot, which else would poorly rise, Jove's tree adopts, and lifts him to the skies;
Through the new pupil fostering juices flow,
Α Ρ Ο Ε Μ,
TO HIS EXCELLENCY THE LORD PRIVYSEAL, ON THE PROSPECT OF PEACE.
Sacerdos “ Fronde super Mitram, & felici comptus Oliva.”
TO THE LORD PRIVY SEAL.
Have been the subject of the British song.