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Rh Boldly we hence the brave commencement date Of glorious deeds, that must all tongues employ; William's the pledge and earnest given by fate Of England's glory, and her lasting joy.

HRICE, with a prophet's voice and prophet's pow'r, The Muse was called in a poetick hour, And insolently thrice, the slighted maid Dared to suspend her unregarded aid; Then with that grief we form in spirits divine Pleads for her own neglect, and thus reproaches mine: Once highly honour'd! False is the pretence You make to truth, retreat, and innocence; Who, to pollute my shades, bring'st with thee down The most ungen'rous vices of the town; Ne'er sprung a youth from out this isle before I once esteem'd, and loved, and favour'd more, Nor ever maid endured such courtlike scorn, So much in mode, so very city-born; 'Tis with a foul design the muse you send, Like a cast mistress to your wicked friend; But find some new address, some fresh deceit, Nor practise such an antiquated cheat; Rh