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Rh But in my free and artless strain, Nature I imitate in vain, Though wild, I can't like nature please, I can't boast charming nature's ease. This rhapsody, great prince, excuse, 'Tis but the folly of my muse, Reason had o'er me lost her sway, When I composed this hurried lay, Judgment was from my breast expelled, For fair Emilia I beheld.