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M E forte credas interitura, quae
Longe fonantem natus ad Aufidum
Verba loquor socianda chordis ;
Stefichorique graves Camenae : Nec, fi quid olim lusit Anacreon, Delevit aetas : spirat adhuc amor, Vivuntque commissi calores
Aeoliae fidibus puellae.
Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Nocte, carent quia vate facro.
Part of the NINTH ODE
Of the FOURTH BOOK.
I EST you should think that verse shall die, U W hich sounds the Silver Thames along, Taught, on the wings of Truth to fly
Above the reach of vulgar song; Tho' daring Milton fits sublime,
In Spencer native Muses play ; Nor yet shall Waller yield to time,
Nor pensive Cowley's moral lay ----
Sages and Chiefs long since had birth
Ere Cæsar was, or Newton nam'd; These rais'd new Empires o'er the Earth,
And Those, new Heav'ns and Systems framn’d. Vain was the Chief's, the Sage's pride!
They had no Poet, and they died.