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Would you in envy'd pomp unrival'd reign,
Oh, let Horatius grace the canvass plain !
His form might ev'n idolatry create,

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In lineage, titles, wealth, and worth elate !
Empires to him might virgin honours owe,
From him arts, arms, and laws, new influence know.
For him kind funs un fruits and grains shall shine,
And future gold lie ripening in the mine :
For him fine marble in the

quarry lies,
Which, in due itatues, to his fame shall rise.
Through thofe bright features Cæsar's spirit trace,
Each conquering sweetness, each imperial grace,
All that is soft, or eminently great,

55 In love, in war, in knowledge, or in state.

Thus fhall your colours, like his worth amaze ! Thus Mall you charm, enrich'd with Clio's praite ! Clear, and more clear, your golden genius shines, While my dim lamp of life whícure declines : 60 Dullid in damp Mades, it wastes, unseen, away, While yours, triumphant, grows one blaze of day. .

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V E R RS S E S

SENT TO

AARON HILL, ESQ.

With the TRAGEDY of Sir THOMAS OVB R

BURY, expecting him to correct it.

I.
AS
S the soul, stript of mortal clay,

Giows all divinely fair,
And boundless roves the milky way,
And views sweet prospects there,

II.
This hero, clogg'd with drofly lines,

By thee new vigour tries;
As thy correcting hand refines,
Bright fcenes around him rise.

III.
Thy touch brings the withd stone to pass,

So fought, so long foretold;
It turns polluted lead or brass,

At once to purest gold.

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SHAKESPEARE'S KING 'HENRY THE SIXTH,

At the THEATRE-ROYAL in DRURY LANE.

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TO-night a patient ear, ye Britons lend,

And to your great forefathers' deeds attend.
Here, cheaply warn'd, ye blest descendants view,
What ills on England, Civil Discord drew.
To wound the heart, the martial Muse prepares; 5
While the red scene with raging Naughter glares.

Here, while a monarch's sufferings we relate,
Let generous grief his ruin'd grandeur wait.
While Second Richard's blood for vengeance calls,
Doom'd for his grandfire's guilt, poor Henry falls. 10
In civil jars avenging judgment blows,
And royal wrongs entail a people's woes.
Henry, unvers’d in wiles, more good than great,
Drew on by meekness his disastrous fate.

Thus when you fee this land by faction toft, IS
Her nobles Plain, her laws, her freedom loft;
Let this reflection from the action flow,
We ne'er from foreign foes could ruin know.
Oh, let us then intestine discord thun,
We ne'er can be, but by ourselves, undone !

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T A L E.

Occafioned by his Grace the Duke of RUTLAND'S

receiving the SMALL-Pox by INOCULATION..

I.
IN
N Animalcules, Muse, display

Spirits, of name unknown in fong!
Reader, a kind attention pay,
Nor think an useful comment long.

II.
Far lefs than mites, on mites they prey;.

Minutest things may swarms contain:
When o’er your ivory teeth they stray,
Then throb your little nerves with pain..

III.
Fluids, in drops, minutely fwell;

These subtil beings each contains
In the fmall sanguine globes they dwell,

Roll from the heart, and trace the veins..

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IV.

Through every tender tube they rove,

In finer spirits strike the brain ;
Wind quick through every fibrous grove,

And seek, through pores, the heart again.

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V.
If they with purer drops dilate,

And lodge where entity began,
They actuate with a genial heat,
And kindle into future Man,

VI.
But, when our lives are Nature's due,

Air, feas, nor fire, their frames diffolve
They matter, through all forms, pursue,
And oft to genial heats revolve.

VII.
Thus once an Animalcule prov'd,

When Man, a patron to the bays;
This patron was in Greece belov'd;
Yet fame was faithless to his praise.

VUI.
In Rome this Animalcule grew

Mæcenas, whom the classics rate!
Among the Gauls, it prov'd Richlieu,
In learning, power, and bounty great.

IX.
In Britain, Halifax it rose;

(By Halifax, bloom'd Congreve's strains);
And now it rediminish'd glows,
To glide through godlike Rutland's veins.

X.
A plague there is, too many know;

Too feldom perfect cures befall it:
The Muse may term it Beauty's foe;
In phyfic, the Small- Pox we call it.

XI. From

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