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Yet Speteh ev^a there, submissively withdraws


. From Rights of &ubj<£tsy and the Toar Mans


Thenpompous Silence reigns, and stills thenoifie


Past Services of Friends, good Deeds of Foes,
What FavMtes gain, and what th'Exchequer


Fly the forgetful World, and in thy Arms repofe.


• The Country Wit, ReKgion of the Town,

The Courtier's Learning, Policy oW Gown, Arebestbythee express'd, and shine in thee alone.


The Parson's Cant, the Lawyers Sophists y* Lord's Quibble, Critick's. Jest:; all end in thee, All rest in Peace at last, and fleep eternally.

... .m TO T o T*H E

Author of a Poem,


& u c c E s s i a

... . , . • ,' ,» 1..,

BEgone ye Cvitieks, and restrain your Spice,
Codrvs writes cm, and wild for erer" wii*e';
The heaviest Muse the swiftest Course bat gone,
As Cfodks xm sefteft wfcen most Lead i9 on,:
What tho' n& Bees afouwd yew Cradle flow,
Nor on yotit hipi &Mfr&Mt golden* Dew?
Yet have we oft discover'd in their stead,
A Swarm of DroneSythat bina^about your Head.
When you, like Orffieasyftdke the warblingLyre,
Attentive Blocks stand round you, and admire.

L x Wit, Wit, past thro' thee, no longer is the fame,

As Meat digested takes a diff'rent Name;
But Sense must sure thy safest Plunder be,
Since no Reprisals can be made on thee.
Thus thou may'st Rife, and in thy daring Flight
(Tho' ne'er so weighty) reach a wondrous height;
So, forc'd-from Engines, Lead it self can fly,
And pondrous Slugs move nimbly thro' the Sky.
Sure Bavins copy'd Mœvius to the full,
And Charilus taught Codrus to be dull;
Therefore, dear Friend, at my Advice give o'er
This needless Labour, and contend no more,
To prove a dull Succession to be true,
Since 'tis enough We find it so in You.




To the Memory of

Mr. JOHN PHILIPS. To a F R 1 E N p.


SIR, V —

SINCE our Isis silently deplores
J J r [Shores;

The Bard who spread her Fame to distant

Since nobler Pens their mournful Lays suspend;.

My honest Zeal, if not my Verse, commend,

Forgive the Poet, and approve the Friend.

h 3 Your

Your Care had long his fleeting Life restrain'd, One Table fed you, and one Bed contain'd; For his dear Sake long restless Nights you bore,^ While rat'ling Coughs his heaving Vessels tore,> Much was his Pain, but your Affliction more. ^ Oh! had no Summons from the noisy Gown Call'd thee, unwilling, to the nauseous Town, Thy Love had o'er the dull Disease prevail'd, Thy Mirth had cur'd where baffled Physick faiPd; But since the Will of Heav'n his Fate decreed, To thy kind Care my worthless Lines succeed; Fruitless our Hopes, tho' pious our Essays, | Yours to preserve a Friend, and mine to praise.

♦Oh! might I paint him in MUtonian. Verfee WithiStrains like those he sung on Gtijier\Herse; But with the meaner Tribe I'm forc'd to chime, And wanting Strenth to rife, descend to Rhyme.

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