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 354 Anne BradJireeVs Woi'ks.

My mufe unto a Child I may'' compare,

Who fees the riches of fome famous Fair,

He feeds his Eyes, but underftanding lacks

To comprehend the worth of all thofe knacks:

The glittering plate and Jewels he admires.

The Hats and Fans, the Plumes and Ladies tires,

And thoufand times his mazed mind doth wifh

Some part (at leaft) of that brave wealth was his.

But feeing empty wifhes nought obtain,

At night turns to his Mothers cot again.

And tells her tales, (his full heart over glad)

Of all the glorious fights his Eyes have had:

But finds too foon his want of Eloquence,

The filly pratler fpeaks no word of fenfe;

But feeing utterance fail his great defires,

Sits down in filence, deeply he admires:

Thus weak brain'd I, reading thy lofty ftile.

Thy profound learning, viewing other while;

Thy Art in natural Philofophy,

Thy Saint like mind in grave Divinity;

Thy piercing skill in high Aftronomy,

And curious infight in Anatomy;

Thy Phyfick, mufick and fi:ate policy, [208]

Valour in warr, in peace good husbandry.

Sure lib'ral Nature did with Art not fmall,

In all the arts make thee moft liberal.

A thoufand thoufand times my fenfiefs fences

Movelefs fl;and charm'd by thy fweet influences;

«» J fitly may.

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