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FABULA PERSICA.

IGANTE molles imbre campos Perfidis,

E aube in æquer lapfa pluviæ guttula eft ;
Quæ, cùm reluctans eloqui fineret pudor,
"Quid hoc loci? inquit, quid rei mifella fum ?
"Quò me repente, ah! quò redactam fentio?
Cùm fe verecundanti animulâ sperneret,
Illam recepit gemineo concha in finu;
Tandemque tenuis aquula facta eft unio;
Nunc in coronâ læta Regis emicat,
Sibi non placere quanta fit virtus, docens,

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VALE, Camena, blanda cultrix ingenî,

Virtutis altrix, mater eloquentiæ !

Linquenda alumno eft laurus & chelys tuo :
At tu dearum dulcium dulciffimna,

Seu Suada mavis five Pitho dicier,
A te receptus in tuâ vivam fide:

Mihi fit, oro, non inuti is toga,
Nec indiferta lingua, nec turpis manus

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ARABIA, I mean that part of it, which we call the Happy, and which the Afiaticks know by the name of Yemen, feems to be the only country in the world, in which we can properly lay the scene of pastoral poetry; because no nation at this day can vie with the Arabians in the delightfulness of their climate, and thể fimplicity of their manners. There is a valley, indeed, to the north of Indoftan, called Cashmere, which, according to an account written by a native of it, is a perfect garden, exceedingly fruitful, and watered by a thousand rivulets: but when its inhabitants were fubdued by the ftratagem of a Mogul prince, they loft their happinefs with their liberty, and Arabia retained its old title without any rival to dispute it. These are not the fancies

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