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Not so, when diadem'd with Rays divine, 230 Touch'd with the Flame that breaks from Virtue's Her Priestess Muse forbids the Good to dye, [Shrine, And ope's the Temple of Eternity. There, other Trophies deck the truly brave, Than such as Anstis cafts into the Grave; 235 Far other Stars than * and

wear,
And
may

descend to Morton from STAIR :
(Such, as on * Hough's unsully'd Mitre fhine,
Or beam, good DIGBY ! from a Heart like thine)
Let Envy howl while Heav'n's whole Chorus sings,
And bark at Honour not confer'd by Kings ;
Let Flatt'ry fickening see the Incense rise
Sweet to the World, and grateful to the Skies:
Truth guards the Poet, fanctifies the line,
And makes immortal, Verse as mean as mine.

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Yes, the last Pen for Freedom let me draw,
When Truth stands trembling on the edge of Law:
Here, Last of Britons ! let your Names be read;
Are none, none living ? let me praise the Dead,
And for that Cause which made your Fathers shine,
Fall by the Votes of their degen'rate Line!

F. Alas! alas! pray end what you began, And write next winter more Esays on Man.

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T. John, whose love indulg'd my labours past,

Matures my present, and shall bound my last!
Why 2 will you break the Sabbath of my days ?
Now fick alike of Envy and of Praise,
Publick too long, ah let me hide my Age!

5 See Modest 3 Cibber now has left the Stage:

RIMA diete mihi, fummâ dicende Camena !

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( Mecenas) iterum antiquo me includere ludo ?
Non eadem est atas, non mens. 3 Vejanius Armis
4 Herculis ad poftem fixis, latet abditus agro,

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