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Rh And guide his young unpractis'd feet To reach coy learning's lofty eat.

&emsp;Ah, luckles hour! mitaken maids! When Cupid ought the Mue's hades: Of their weetet notes beguil'd, By the fly inidious child, Now of power his darts are found Twice ten thouand times to wound. Now no more the lacken'd trings Breathe of high immortal things, But Cupid tunes the Mue's lyre To languid notes of oft deire. In every clime, in every tongue, 'Tis love inpires the poet's ong: Hence Sappho's oft infectious page; Monimia's woe; Othello's rage; Abandon'd Dido's fruitles prayer;