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With other Fire his glorious Blenheim shines, And all the Battel thunders in his Lines; His nervous Verse great Boilenuh Strength tran


And France to Philips, as to Churchill, bends.

Oh! various Bard, youallourPow'rscontroul, You now disturb, and now divert the Soul: Milton and Butler in thy Muse combine, Above the last thy manly Beauties shine; For as Pve seen when Rival Wits contend, One gayly charge, one gravely wife defend » This on quick Turns and Points in vain relies, s This with a Look demure, and steddy Eyes, S With dry Rebukes, or sneering Praise replies. J So thy grave Lines extort a justef Smile, Reach Butler's Fancy, but surpass his Style; He speaks Scarron?* low Phrase in humble Strains, In Thee the solemn Air of great Cervantes reigns.

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What soundingLines his abject Themes excess, What shining Words the pompous Shilling dress? There, there my Cell, immortal made, outvies The frailer Piles which o'er its Ruins rife. In her best Light the Comtek Muse appears,

When she, wkh borrow'd Pride, the Buskin wears.

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So when Nurse Nokes to act young Ammon tries, W ith shambling Legs, long Chin, and foolish Eyes; . With 4anglingHands he strokes th'ImperialRobe, And, with a Cuckold's Air commands the Globe j The pomp and found the whole Buffoon difplay'd, And Atnmoris Son more Mirth th&nGomez made.

Forgive, dear Shade, the Scene my Folly draws, Thy Strains divert the Grief thy Ashes cause: When Orpheus sings the Ghosts no more complain, JBut? in his lulling Mustek, lose their Pain;

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So charm the Sallies of thy Georgick Muse,
So calm our Sorrows, and our Joys infuse;
Here rural Notes a gentle Mirth inspire,
Here lofty Lines the kindling Reader fire,
Like that fair Tree you praise, the Poem charms,
Cools like the Fruit, or like the Juice it warms.

Blest Clime, which Vaga's fruitful Streams im-r


Utruritfs Envy, and her Cosmo's Love; Redstreak he quaffs beneath the Chianti Vine,Gives Tuscan yearly for thy Scud'more's Wine,C And ev'n his Taffb would exchange for thine. J

Rife, rife, Rofiommon, fee the Blenheim Muse, The dull Constraint of monkish Rhyme refuse; 5ee o'er the Alp his tow'ring Pinions soar, ^here never Englijb Poet reach'd before;

See mighty O/mi's Counseller and Friend,
By turns on Cosmo and the Bard attend $
Rich in the Coyns and Busts as ancient Rome,
In him he brings a nobler Treasure home;
In them he views her Gods, and Domes defign'd,
In him the Soul of Rome, and FirgiPs mighty Mind:
To him for Ease retires from Toils of State,
Not half so proud to govern* as translate.

Our Spencer^ first by Tisan Poets taught,

To us theirTales*theirStyle,andNumbers brought.

To follow ours now Tuscan Bards descend,

From 'Philips borrow, tho' to Sfencer lend,

Like Philips too the Yoke of Rhyme disdain;

They first on English Bards impos'd the Chain,

First by an Englijb Bard from Rhyme their Freedom gain..


• Tyrannick Rhyme, th*t cramps to equal Chime,
The gay, the softs the florid, and sublime;
Some say this Chain the doubtful Sense decides,
Confines the Fancy, and the judgment guides;
I'm sure in needless Bonds it Poets tyes,
Procrustes like, the Ax or Wheel applies,
To lop the mangled Sense, or stretch it into sixe:
At best a Crutch that lifts the weak along,
Supports, the feeble, but retards the strong*

Aud the chance Thoughts, whengovern'd by the


Oft rise to Fustian, or descend to Prose.
Your JudgmentjPAi/gf/, rul'd wkbsteddy sway, y
You us'd no curbing Rhyme, the Muse to stay, s
To stop her Fury, or direct her Way. ^
Thee on the Wing thy uncheek'd Vigor bore,
To wanton freely, or securely soar.

So the stmcVd Cord the Shackk-Dancer tries, As prone to fall, as impotent to rife;

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