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146 Though pasteboards, glittering like a tinsell'd coat, A rasa tabula within denote: Yet, if a venal and corrupted age, And modern vices, should provoke thy rage; If, warn'd once more by their impending fate, A sinking country and an injur'd state Thy great assistance should again demand, And call forth reason to defend the land; Then shall we view these sheets with glad surprise Inspir'd with thought, and speaking to our eyes: Each vacant space, shall then, enrich'd, dispense True force of eloquence, and nervous sense; Inform the judgment, animate the heart, And sacred rules of policy impart. The spangled covering, bright with splendid ore, Shall cheat the sight with empty show no more: But lead us inward to those golden mines, Where all thy soul in native lustre shines. So when the eye surveys some lovely fair, With bloom of beauty grac'd, with shape and air; How is the rapture heighten'd, when we find Her form excell'd by her celestial mind!

ITHER from Mexico I came, To serve a proud Iernian dame: Was long submitted to her will; At length she lost me at quadrille. Through