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 The change of Ministry late order'd here, Was fated sure for this Auspicious Year; That you Predestin'd at a glorious hour, To be chief Judge of Legislative Power: Might by your Skill that Royal right asserts, Like Heaven reconcile the Jarring parts; Nor shines your Influence Sir, here alone,        } The Church must your unequal'd Prudence own,      } Firm to support the Cause, but rough to none:     } Eusebia's Sons in Law divine profest, May learn from you, how Truth should be exprest; Whither in Modest Terms, like Balm, to heal, Or raving Notions falsly counted Zeal. Oh sacred Gift in vulgar matters great, But in Religious Tracts divinely sweet; Which ancient Bagington can witness well, And the rich Library before it fell: Your Rural Hours amongst wise Authors past, Your Soul with their unvalued Wealth possest; And well may he to heights of Knowledge come, Who learning Pantheon, always kept at home: Thus once Sir you were blest, and sure the Fiend, That first Intail'd a Curse on humankind; A second Time a dire unequall'd Cross, Design'd the Publick, by your private loss: Oh who had seen that love to learning bore, The Matchless Authors of the Days of Yore, The Fathers, Prelates, Poets, Books where Arts Renown'd, Explain'd the Men of rarest Parts: Shrink'd up their shrivell'd Bindings, scorch their Names, And yield Immortal worth to Temporary Flames: That would not Sigh to see the Ruins there, Or wish to quench them with a falling Tear: But as in Story where we Wonders view, As there were Flames, there was a Phænixnix?] too; An Excellence from the burnt Pile did rise, That still atton'd for past Calamities: So my Prophetick Genius—In its height, Viewing your Merit, Sir, foretels your Fate;