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2 Nor skill'd, nor studious: But my Native Soil Invites me, and the Theme as yet unsung.


 * Ye Ariconian Knights, and fairest Dames,

To whom propitious Heav'n these Blessings grants, Attend my Layes; nor hence disdain to learn, How Nature's Gifts may be improv'd by Art.


 * And thou, O Mostyn, whose Benevolence,

And Candor, oft experienc'd, Me vouchsaf'd To knit in Friendship, growing still with Years, Accept this Pledge of Gratitude and Love. May it a lasting Monument remain Of dear Respect; that, when this Body frail Is moulder'd into Dust, and I become As I had never been, late Times may know I once was blest in such a matchless Friend. Rh