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AIL, human compound quadrifarious, Invincible as wight Briareus! Hail! doubly-doubled mighty merry one, Stronger than triple-body'd Geryon! O may your vastness deign t'excuse The praises of a puny Muse. Unable, in her utmost flight, To reach thy huge colossian height. T' atemptattempt [sic] to write like thee were frantick, Whose lines are, like thyself, gigantick. Yet let me bless, in humbler strain, Thy vast, thy bold Cambysian vein, Pour'd out t' enrich thy native isle, As Egypt wont to be with Nile. O, how I joy to see thee wander, In many a winding loose meander, In circling mazes, smooth and supple, And ending in a clink quadruple; Loud, yet agreeable withal, Like rivers rattling in their fall! Thine, sure, is poetry divine, Where wit and majesty combine; Where every line, as huge as seven, If stretch'd in length, would reach to Heaven: Here all comparing would be slandering, The least is more than Alexandrine. Rh