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 Some fresh engrav'd appear'd of Wits renown'd; I look'd again, nor cou'd their Trace be found. Criticks I saw, that others Names deface, And fix their own with Labour in their place: Their own like others soon their Place resign'd, Or disappear'd, and left the first behind. Nor was the Work impair'd by Storms alone, But felt th' Approaches of too warm a Sun: For Fame, impatient of Extreams, decays Not more by Envy than Excess of Praise. Yet Part no Injuries of Heav'n cou'd feel, Like Crystal faithful to the graving Steel: The Rock's high Summit, in the Temple's Shade, Nor Heat could melt, nor beating Storm invade. There Names inscrib'd unnumber'd Ages past From Time's first Birth, with Time it self shall last; These