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But when th' illuftrious poet foars above
Let Congreve teach the lift'ning groves to mourn,
Let Prior's Muse with soft'ning accents move,
With Chaucer's humour and with Spencer's ftrains.
On Addison's sweet lays attention waits,
Alike in phyfick as in poetry.
When Pope's harmonious Mufe with pleasure roves
Thro' the glad shade each warbling note prolongs;
And early in the youth the god appears.
From thefe fuccefsful bards collect thy ftrains, And praise with profit fhall reward thy pains : Then, while calves-leather binding bears the fway, And sheep-skin to it's fleeker glofs gives way; While neat old Elzivir is reckon'd better
Than Pirate Hill's brown sheets and scurvy letter ;
END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.