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 Thou, whom the Nine with Plautu's wit inpire ,* The art of Terence, and Menander's fire; Whoe ene intructs us, and whoe humour charms, Whoe judgement ways us, and whoe pirit warms! Oh ! skill'd in nature ! ee the hearts of wains, Their artle paions, and their tender pains.

Now etting Phœbus shome erenely bright , And fleecy clouds were treak'd with purple light; When tuneful Hylas with melodious moan Taught rocks to weep, and made the mountains groan.