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To praise, yet still with due respect to praise, A bard triumphant in immortal bays, The learn'd to show, the sensible commend, Yet still preserve the province of the friend, What life, what vigour, must the lines require! What music tune them! what affection fire!

O might thy genius in my bosom shine! Thou shouldst not fail of numbers worthy thine, The brightest ancients might at once agree To sing within my lays, and sing of thee.

Horace himself would own thou dost excel In candid arts to play the critic well.

Ovid himself might wish to sing the dame Whom Windsor forest sees a gliding stream; On silver feet, with annual osier crown'd, She runs for ever through poetic ground.

How flame the glories of Belinda's hair, Made by thy Muse the envy of the fair Less shone the tresses Egypt's princess wore, Which sweet Callimachus so sung before. Here courtly trifles set the world at odds,