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If life Pygmalion's ivory favourite fir'd,
But still, my friend, still the sweet object stays,
the foul-there genuine nature find, You, through the meaning muscles, strike the mind.
Nor can one view such boundless power confine, All Nature opens to an art like thine ! Now rural scenes in fimple grandeur rise! Vales, hills, lawns, lakes, and vineyards feast our eyes, Now halcyon Peace a smiling aspect wears ! Now the red scene with war and ruin glares ! Here Britain's fleets o'er Europe's seas preside!
35 There long-lost cities rear their ancient pride; You from the grave can half redeem the sain, And bid great Julius charm the world again Mark out Pharsalia’s, mark out Munda’s fray, And image all the honours of the day.
40 But if new glories moft our warmth excite; If toils untry'd to noblelt aims invite;
you in envy'd pomp unrivald reign,
55 In love, in war, in knowledge, or in state.
Thus shall your colours, like his worth
my dim lamp of life obscure declines : 60 Dulld in damp thades, it wastes, unseen, away, While yours, triumphant; grows one blaze of day.
V E R S E S
AARON HILL, ESQ.
With the TRAGEDY of Sir THOMAS OVBR
BURY, expecting him to correct it.
I. As the soul
, fript of mortal clay,
Giows all divinely fair,
By thee new vigour tries;
So fought, so long foretold;
At once to purelt gold.
SPOKEN AT THE REVIVAL OF
SHAKESPEARE's KING HENRY THE SIXTH,
At the THEATRE-ROYAL in DRURY-Lane.
Printed before the Play from a spurious Copy.
And to your great forefathers' deeds attend.
Here, while a monarch's sufferings we relate,
Thus when you see this land by faction tost, 15
A N I M AL CU LE.
Occasioned by his Grace the Duke of RUTLAND'S
receiving the SMALL-Pox by INOCULATION..
Spirits, of name unknown in fong!
Minutelt things may swarms contain:
These subtil beings each contains ; In the small fanguine globes they. dwell,
Roll from the heart, and trace the veins..
Through every tender tube they rove,
In finer spirits ftrike the brain ;
And leek, through pores, the heart again.