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ROBERT Earl of OXFORD,

and Earl MORTIMER.

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UCH were the notes thy once-lov'd Poet fung,

'Till Death untimely stop'd his tuneful tongue.
Oh just beheld! and loft! admir'd and mourn'd!
With softest manners, gentlest arts adorn’d!
Bleft in each science, bleft in ev'ry strain ! 5
Dear to the Muse! to HARLEY dear-in vain !

For him, thou oft haft bid the World attend,
Fond to forget the statesman in the friend;
For Swift and him, despis’d the farce of state,
The fober follies of the wise and great;
Dextrous the craving, fawning crowd to quit,
And pleas'd to 'scape from Flattery to Wit.

Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear, (A sigh the absent claims, the dead a tear)

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Epif. to Robert Earl of Oxford.] This Epifle was sent to the the Earl of Oxford with Dr. Parnell's Poems published by our Author, after the said Earl's Imprisonment in the Tower, and Retreat into the Country, in the Year 1721.

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Recall those nights that clos'd thy toilsome days, 15
Still hear thy Parnell in his living lays,
Who, careless now of Int'reft, Fame, or Fate,
Perhaps forgets that OXFORD e'er was great;
Or deeming meanest what we greatest call,
Beholds thee glorious only in thy Fall.

And sure, if aught below the feats divine
Can touch Immortals, 'tis a Soul like thine:
A Soul supreme, in each hard instance try'd,
Above all Pain, all Passion, and all Pride,
The rage of Pow'r, the blast of public breath,
The luft of Locre, and the dread of Death.

In vain to Deserts thy retreat is made ;
The Muse attends thee to thy silent shade:
"Tis hers, the brave man's latest steps to trace,
Rejudge his acts, and dignify disgrace.

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When Int'rest calls off all her sneaking train,
And all th’oblig'd desert, and all the vain;
She waits, or to the scaffold, or the cell,
When the last ling’ring friend has bid farewel.
Ev'n now, the fades thy Ev'ning-walk with bays,
(No hireling she, no prostitute to praise)
Ev'n now, observant of the parting ray,
Eyes the calm Sun-set of thy various Day,
Thro' Fortune's cloud one truly great can fee,
Nor fears to tell, that Mortimer is he,

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EPIS T L E To JAMES CRAGGS, Esq.

SECRETARY of STATE.

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Soul as full of Worth, 25 void of Pride,
Which nothing seeks to Thew, or needs to

hide,
Which nor to Guilt nor Fear, its Caution owes,
And boasts a Warmth that from no Paffion flows.
A Face untaught to feign; a judging Eye, 5
That darts severe upon a rising Lye,
And strikes a blush thro' frontless Flattery.
All this thou wert, and being this before,
Know, Kings and Fortune cannot make thee more.
Then scorn to gain a Friend by servile ways,
Nor wish to lose a Foe these Virtues raise;
But candid, free, fincere, as you began,
Proceed--a Minister, but still a Man.
Be not (exalted to whate'er degree)
Alham’d of any Friend, not ev'n of Me: 15
The Patriot’s plain, but untrod, path pursue;
If not, 'tis I must be asham'd of You.

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Secretary of State] In the Year 1720.

EPIST LE

To Mr. J ERVAS,

With Mr. DRYD E N's Translation to

FRESNO Y's Art of Painting.

THE Pretule

THIS Verse be thine, my friend, nor thou

refuse
This, from no venal or ungrateful Muse.
Whether thy hand strike out some free design,
Where Life awakes, and dawns at ev'ry line;
Or blend in beauteous tints the colour'd mass,

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And from the canvas call the mimic face:
Read these instructive leaves, in which conspire
Fresnoy's close Art, and Dryden's native Fire :
And reading with, like theirs, our fate and fame,
So mix'd our studies, and so join'd our name;
Like them to shine thro' long succeeding age,
So just thy skill, fo regular my rage.

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Epift. to Mr. Jorvas.] This Epifle, and the two following, were written fome years tefore the rest, and origina ly printed

in 1717

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