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Rh Not like old Adam, ſtinted in his choice, But lord of all the ſpacious paradiſe.
 * Thoſe foes to virtue, fortune, and mankind,

Fav’ring his fame, once to do juſtice join’d; No carping critic interrupts his praiſe, No rival ſtrives but for a ſecond place; No want conſtrain’d (the writer’s uſual fate) A poet with a plentiful eſtate; The firſt of mortals who before the tomb Struck that pernicious monſter, Envy, dumb; Malice and Pride, thoſe ſavages, diſarm’d; Not Orpheus with ſuch pow’rful magic charm’d. Scarce in the grave can we allow him more Than, living, we agreed to give before.
 * His noble Muſe employ’d her gen’rous rage

In crowning virtue, ſcorning to engage The vice and follies of an impious age. No Satyr lurks within this hallow’d ground, But nymphs and heroines, kings and gods, abound: Glory, and arms, and love, is all the ſound. His Eden with no ſerpent is defil’d, But all is gay, delicious all, and mild.
 * Miſtaken men his Muſe of flatt’ry blame,

Adorning twice an impious tyrant’s name. We raiſe our own by giving fame to foes: The valour that he prais’d he did oppose.
 * Nor were his thoughts to poetry confin’d,

The ſtate and buſ’neſs ſhar’d his ample mind: