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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 on fruits and grains shall shine,
And future gold lie ripening in the mine:
For him fine marble in the quarry lies,

Which, in due ftatues, to his fame fhall rife.
Through thofe bright features Cæfar's spirit trace,
Each conquering sweetness, each imperial grace,
All that is foft, or eminently great,

In love, in war, in knowledge, or in ftate.

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Thus shall your colours, like his worth amaze ! Thus fhall you charm, enrich'd with Clio's praife ! Clear, and more clear, your golden genius fhines, While my dim lamp of life obfcure declines : Dull'd in damp fhades, it wastes, unseen, away, While yours, triumphant, grows one blaze of day.

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VERSE S

SENT то

AARON HILL, Esq.

With the TRAGEDY of SIR THOMAS OVERBURY, expecting him to correct it.

AS

I.

S the foul, ftript of mortal clay,
Grows all divinely fair,

And boundless roves the milky way,
And views fweet profpects there,

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This hero, clogg'd with droffy lines,
By thee new vigour tries;

As thy correcting hand refines,

Bright fcenes around him rife.
III.

Thy touch brings the wish'd stone to pass,
So fought, fo long foretold;

It turns polluted lead or brafs,
At once to pureft gold.

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PROLOGUE

SPOKEN AT THE REVIVAL OF

SHAKESPEARE'S KING HENRY THE SIXTH, At the THEATRE-ROYAL in DRURY-LANE.

Printed before the Play from a spurious Copy.

O-night a patient ear, ye Britons lend,

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And to your great forefathers' deeds attend.
Here, cheaply warn'd, ye bleft defcendants view,
What ills on England, Civil Discord drew.
To wound the heart, the martial Mufe prepares ;
While the red fcene with raging flaughter glares.

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Here, while a monarch's fufferings 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 meeknefs his difaftrous fate.

Thus when you fee this land by faction tost,
Her nobles flain, 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 inteftine difcord shun,
We ne'er can be, but by ourselves, undone !

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THE

THE

ANIMAL CULE.

A TAL E.

Occafioned by his Grace the Duke of RUTLAND'S receiving the SMALL-POX by INOCULATION..

I.

IN Animalcules, Mufe, difplay

Spirits, of name unknown in song !
Reader, a kind attention pay,

Nor think an ufeful comment long..
II.

Far less 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..
HI.

Fluids, in drops, minutely fwell;

Thefe fubtil beings each contains ;
In the final fanguine globes they dwell,

Roll from the heart, and trace the veins..
IV.

Through every tender tube they rove,

In finer fpirits ftrike the brain;
Wind quick through every fibrous grove,
And feek, through pores, the heart again.

V. If

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 faithlefs to his praife.
VHI.

In Rome this Animalcule grew

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

In Britain, Halifax it rofe;

(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 Mufe may term it Beauty's foe;
In phyfic, the Small-Pox we call it.
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