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 Thro' Alpine-hills he shall my Name resound, And make his Patron known in Classck [sic] Ground. These pay the Tribute to my Merit due, Call me their Horace, and Mecænas too. Princes but sit unsettled on their Thrones, Unless supported by Apollo's Sons. Augustus had the Mantuan, and Venusian Muse, And happier N had his Mgues. But A, that Ill fated Tory Queen, Shall feel the Vengeance of the Poet's Pen.

Triton, who like the vast Leviathan, Long wallow'd in the Treasures of the Main, Was all Attention, and suspended hung, For ev'ry Rebel heart has not a Tongue, Besides,