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108 Thy country's scene in thy just praise, on high

Thy glory to affirm. Thou follow on

To sacred Helicon, which Cynthia bathes

With her immortal light, the Muses' crown

Of ivy and of laurel there to gain."

Be not offended, Sir, if e'er so poor

The tribute that I dedicate; and what

Could worthy be the greatness of thy name?

The gift is humble, the desire is rich;

And not sufficing more my sterile vein,

What I can give I offer. Prostrate thus,

On the rude altars he has raised, is wont

The husbandman to heap the simple fruits

Of his fields gather'd round; and offering them

To the high tutelar deity he adores,

Spreads them forth grateful, incenses and flowers.

! the pure friendship, that in kindly bonds

Our souls united, durable exists,

Illustrious Jovino! nor can time,