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When freed he moves, the sturdy Cable bends, He mounts with Pleasure, and secure descends; Now dropping seems to strike the distant Ground, Now high in Air his quiv'ring Feet rebound.
Rail on, ye Triflers, who to Will's repair
A haughty Bard to Fame by Volumes rais'd, At Dịck’s and Bat fon's,and thro?Smithfield prais’d,
Cries out aloud Bold Oxford Bard forbear
Beyond his Praise or Blame thy Works prevail, Compleat where. Dryden and thy Milton fail; Great Milton's Wing on lower Themes subsides, And Dryden oft in Rhyme his Weakness hides; You ne'er with jingling Words deceive the Ear, And yet, on humble Subjects, great appear.
Thrice happy Youth whom noble Ifis crowns!
Ok! had relenting Heav'n prolong'd his Days, The tow'ring Bard had sung in nobler Lays, How the last Trumpet wakes the lazy Dead,
How Saints aloft the Crofs triumphant fpread; Howop’ning Heav'ns their happy Regions show,
Eglow And yawning Gulphs with flaming Vengeance And Saints rejoyce above, and Sinnershowl beWell might he fing the Day he could not fear, And paint the Glories he was sure to wear.
Oh beft of Friends, will ne'er the filent Urn To our juft Vows the hapless Youth return... Must be no more divert the tedious Days; NorSparkling Thoughtsin antique Words conveye No more to harmless Irony descend, To noify Fools a grave Attention lend, Nor merry Tales with learn’d Quotationsblend? No more in falfe pathetick Phrase complain Of Delia's Wit, ber Charms, and her Difdain: Who now Thalt God-like Anna's Eame diffuse? Müft the, when moft the merits, want a Mufet Who now our Tryfden's glorious Fate saab tell; How lov'd he liv'd, and how deplor'd he fell: How, while the troubled Elements around, Earth, Water, Air, the fiugning Dinn refound; Through Streams of Smoak, and adverse Fire he
[rides, While ev'ry Shoto is levelld at his Sides;
How, while the fainting Dutch remotely fire,
Whom shall I find unbyafs'd in Dispute, Eager to learn, unwilling to confute? To whom the Labours of my Soul disclose, ; Reveal my Pleasure, or discharge my Woes? Oh! in that heav'nly Youth for ever ends The Beft of Sons, of Brothers, and of Friends. He sacred Friendship's strictest Laws obey'd, Yet more byConscience than byFriendshipfway'd; Against himself his Gratitude maintain'd, By Favours past, not future Profpe&ts gaind: Not nicely chusing, tho' by all desir'd, Tho' learn'd, not vain; and humble, tho’admir'd: