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 O, not to All Can ruling Heaven the same Endowments lend: Yet still doth Nature to her Offspring call, That each their different Powers to one Pursuit should bend; To one, the general Weal. What, tho' the Muse With Sweetness fill the Bosom of her Son? Tho' public Power the high Patrician's Brows With Honour clothe? Yet this Pursuit alone Can rescue Both from Envy and from Blame. The Poet's Name He best shall prove, Whose Lays the Soul to noblest Functions move. But Thee, O Progeny of Heroes old, Thee to severer Toils thy Fate requires: The Fate which form'd Thee in a chosen Mould, The