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TO THE

MEMORY of Mr. OLDHA М.

F

AREWEL, too little, and too lately known, Whom I began to think, and call my own: For fure our fouls were near allied, and thine Cast in the fame poetic mould with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorr'd alike. To the fame goal did both our studies drive; The last set out, the foonest did arrive. Thus Nifus fell upon the flipp'ry place, Whilft his young friend perform'd, and won the

race.

O early ripe! to thy abundant store
What could advancing age have added more ?
It might (what nature never gives the young)
Have taught the smoothness of thy native tongue.
But fatire needs not those, and wit will shine
Thro the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
A noble error, and but seldem made,

When poets are by too much force betray'd.
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Thy gen'rous fruits, tho gather'd ere their prime, Still shew'd a quickness; and maturing time But mellows what we write, to the dull sweets

of thyme.

Once more, hail, and farewel; farewel, thou young, But ah too short, Marcellus of our tongue !

:

Thy brows with ivy, and with laurels bound; But fate and gloomy night encompass thee around.

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TO THE

PIOUS MEMORY of the accomplished young Lady Mrs. ANNE KILLIGREW,

Excellent in the Two SISTER-ARTS of POESY and PAINTING.

AN ODE.

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HOU youngest virgin-daughter of the skies,
Made in the last promotion of the bleft;

Whose palms, new pluck'd from paradise,
In spreading branches more fublimely rise,