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Plate XXIV

Vol. VI. facing p.1.

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Hail, Bards triumphant born in happier Days;
Immortal Heirs of universal Praise!,
Oh may some Spark of your celestial Fire
The last, the meanest of your Sons inspire.

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EPISTOLA VII.

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UINQUE dies tibi pollicitus me rure fu

turum,

Sextilem totum mendax defideror. atqui,

Si me vivere vis fanum recteque valentem;
Quam mihi das aegro, dabis aegrotare timenti,
Maecenas, veniam dum ficus prima calorque
Defignatorem decorat lictoribus atris :

Dum pueris omnis pater, et matercula pallet;
Officiofaque fedulitas, et opella forenfis
Adducit febris, et teftamenta refignat.
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Quod fi bruma nives Albanis ́illinet agris ;
Ad mare descendet vates tuus, et fibi parcet,
Contractufque leget; te, dulcis amice, revifet
Cum Zephyris, fi concedes, et hirundine prima.
Non, que more pyris vefci Calaber jubet hofpes,
Tu me fecifti locupletem. Vefcere fodes.
Jam fatis eft. At tu quantumvis tolle. Benigne.
Non invifa feres pueris munufcula parvis.

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E PIS ST T LE

Imitated in the Manner of Dr. SWIFT.

"TI would be with you, June the third; Chang'd it to Auguft, and (in short)

IS true, my Lord, I gave my word,

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Have kept it as you,
do at Court.
You humour me when I am fick,
Why not when I am fplenetick?
In town, what Objects could I meet?
The shops shut up in ev'ry street,
And Fun'rals black'ning all the Doors,
And yet more melancholy Whores :
And what a duft in every place?
And a thin Court that wants your Face,
And Fevers raging up and down,

And W* and H** both in town!

"The Dog-days are no more the case." 'Tis true, but Winter comes apace: Then fouthward let your Bard retire, Hold out fome months 'twixt Sun and Fire, And you fhall fee the firft warm Weather, Me and the Butterflies together.

My Lord, your Favours well I know; 'Tis with Diftinction you beftow;

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And not to ev'ry one that comes,

Juft as a Scotfman does his Plumbs.

"Pray take them, Sir,-Enough's a Feast:

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Tam teneor dono, quam fi dimittar onuftus.
Ut libet: haec porcis-hodie comedenda relinques.
Prodigus et ftultus donat quae fpernit et odit:
Haec feges ingratos tulit et feret omnibus annis.
Vir bonus et fapiens, dignis ait effe paratus?
Nec tamen ignorat, quid diftent aera lupinis ?
Dignum praeftabo me, etiam pro laude merentis.
Quod fi me noles ufquam difcedere; reddes
Forte latus, nigros angufta fronte capillos:
Reddes dulce loqui: reddes ridere decorum, et
Inter vina fugam Cynarae moerere protervae.
Forte
per anguftam tenuis vulpecula rimam
Repferat in cumeram frumenti; paftaque, rurfus
Ire foras pleno tendebat corpore frustra.

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