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 Not so, when swift Camilla scours the Plain, Flies o'er th'unbending Corn, and skims along the Main. Hear how Timotheus' various Lays surprize, And bid Alternate Passions fall and rise! While, at each Change, the Son of Lybian Jove Now burns with Glory, and then melts with Love; Now his fierce Eyes with sparkling Fury glow; Now Sighs steal out, and Tears begin to flow: Persians and Greeks like Turns of Nature found, And the World's Victor stood subdu'd by Sound! The Pow'r of Musick all our Hearts allow; And what Timotheus was, is Dryden now. Avoid Extreams; and shun the Fault of such, Who still are pleas'd too little, or too much. At ev'ry Trifle scorn to take Offence, That always shows Great Pride, or Little Sense; Those Heads as Stomachs are not sure the best Which nauseate all, and nothing can digest.