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Yet Speech, ev’n there, fubmiffively withdraws
[Cause; i From Rights of Subjects, and the Pear Men's
[Laws. Then pompous Silence reigns, and fills the noisie
Past Services of Friends, good Deeds of Foes,
What Fav'rites gain, and what th’Exchequer Fly the forgetful World, and in thy Arms repose.
The Country Wit, Religion of the Town, The Courtier's Learning, Policy o'th' Gown, Are beft by thee exprefs’d, and shine in thee alone.
The Parson's Cant, the Lawyer's Sophistry,
Lord's Quibble, Critick’s Jeft; all end in thee, All rest in Peace at laft, and fleep eternally.
Egone ye Criticks, and restrain your Spite,
Codrus writes on, and will for ever write'; The teaviest Mufe the swiftest Course has gone, As Clocks rün fafteft when' moft Lead is on. What tho' no Bees around your Cradle flew, Nor on your Lips diltild their golden Dew? Yet have we oft discover'd in their stead, A Swarm of Drones, that buzz about your Head. When you, like Orpheus,ftrike the warbling Lyre, Attentive Blocks stand round you, and admire.
Wit, past thro' thee, no longer is the same,
[Shores; The Bard who spread her Fame to distant Since nobler Pens their mournful Lays suspend; My honest Zeal, if not my Verse, commend, Forgive the Poet, and approve the Friend.
Your Care had long his fleeting Life restrain'd,
Oh! might I paint him in Miltonian Verse, With Strains like those he sungon Glofter's Herse; But with the meaner Tribe I'm forc'd to chime, And wanting Strenth to rise, descend to Rhyme.