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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
descend to Morton from STAIR :
F. Alas! alas! pray end what you began, And write next winter more Esays on Man.
T. John, whose love indulg'd my labours past,
Matures my present, and shall bound my last!
5 See Modest 3 Cibber now has left the Stage:
RIMA diete mihi, fummâ dicende Camena !
( Mecenas) iterum antiquo me includere ludo ?