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last longer than the memory of our friendship and, therefore, I thus publicly bequeath them to you, in return for the many valuable instances of your affection.

That they may come to you with as little disadvantage as possible, I have left the care of them to one*, whom, by the experience of some years, I know well qualified to answer my intentions. He has already the honour and happiness of being under your protection ; and, as he will very much stand in need of it, I cannot wish him better, than that he may continue to deserve the favour and countenance of

such a patron.

I have no time to lay out in forming such compli. ments, as would but ill suit that familiarity between us, which was once my greatest pleasure, and will be my greatest honour hereafter. Instead of them, accept of my hearty wishes, that the great reputation you have acquired so early, may increase more and more: and that you may long serve your country with those excellent talents,

and * Mr. Tickell,

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and unblemished integrity, which have so powerfully recommended you to the most gracious and amiable Monarch that ever filled a throne. May the frankness and generosity of your fpirit continue to soften and subdue your enemies, and gain you many friends, if possible, as fincere as yourself. When you have found such, they cannot wish you more true happiness than I, who am, with the greatest zeal,

Dear SIR,

Your most entirely affectionate friend,

and faithful obedient servant,

June 4, 1719


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Can neither injuries of time,'orage,
Damp thy poetic heat, and quench thy rage?
Not so thy Ovid in his exile wrote,
Grief chill'd his breast, and check d his rising thought:
Pensive and fad, his drooping Muse betrays
The Roman genius in its last decays.

Prevailing warmth has still thy mind posielt,
And second youth is kindled in thy breast;
Thou mak'st the beauties of the Romans known,
And England boasts of riches not her own;
Thy lines have heightend Virgil's majesty,
And Horace wonders at himself in thee.
Thou teacheft Persius to inform our isle
In smoother numbers, and a clearer style ;
And Juvenal, instructed in thy page,
Edges his satire, and improves his rage.
Thy copy casts a fairer light on all,
And till out-thines the bright original.


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