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 "Great Song had never fir'd the Breast, "To Thirst of Glory, and heroic Deeds; "Sweet 's Muse, sunk in inglorious Rest, "Had silent slept amid the Mincian Reeds: "The Wits of modern Time had told their Beads, "And monkish Legends been their only Strains; "Our Eden had lain wrapt in Weeds, "Our  stroll'd and laugh'd with Warwick Swains,

"Dumb too had been the sage Historic Muse, "And perish'd all the Sons of Fame; "Those starry Lights of Virtue, that diffuse "Through the dark Depth of Time their vivid Flame, "Had all been lost with Such as have no Name. "Who then had scorn'd his Ease for others' Good? "Who then had toil'd rapacious Men to tame? "Who in the Public Breach devoted stood,