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Lo some are vellum, and the rest as good Bac kto his bounds their fubject sea command,
For all his lordship knows, but they are wood. And oll obedient rivers through the land;
For Locke or Milton, 'tis in vain to look, These honours, peace to happy Britain brings;
These shelves admit not any modern book. 140 These are imperial works, and worthy kings.

And now the chapel's silver bell you hear,
That summons you to all the pride of prayer ;
Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,

EPISTLE V.
Make the soul dance upon a jig to heaven.
On painted ceilings you devoutly ftare,

TO MR. ADDISON,
Where sprawl the saints of Verrio or Laguerre,
Or gilded clouds in fair expansion lie,

Occafioned by bis Dialogues on Medals.
And bring all paradise before your eye.
Toreft, the cushion and soft dean invite,

This was originally written in the year 1715, when Who never mentions hell to ears polire. 150 Mr. Addison intended to publish his book of

But hark! the chiming clocks to dinner cali; Medals; it was some time before hewas Secre.' A hundred footsteps scrape the marble hall:

tary of State ; but not published till Mr. Ticke The rich buffet well-coloured ferpents grace,

ell's edition of his works; at which time the And gaping Tritons spew to wash your face. verses on Mr. Craggs, which conclude the poem, Is this a dinner? this a genial room!

were added, viz. in 1720. No, 'tis a temple, and a hecatomb.

As the third Epistle treated of the extremes of A solemn facrifice perform'd in state,

avarice and profufion; and the fourth took up You drink by measure, and to minutes eat.

one particular branch of the latter, namely, the So quick retires each flying course, you'd swear vanity of expence in people of wealth and quality, Sancho's dread doctor and hiswand were there. 160 and was therefore a corollary to the chird; lo Between each ad the trembling salvers ring, this treats of one circumstance of that vanity, From soup to sweet-wine, and God bless the as it appears in the common collectors of old King

coins; and is, therefore, a corollary to the fourth. In plenty starving, tantaliz'd in state, And complaisantly help'd to all I hate,

See the wild waste of all-devouring years! Treated, caress’d, and tir'd, I take my leave, How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears, Sick of his civil pride from morn to eve;

With nodding arches, broken temples spread! I curse fuch lavish cost, and little skill,

The very tombs now vanilh'd like their dead; And swear no day was ever past so ill.

Imperial wonders rais'd on nations spoil'd, (toil'd: Yet hence the poor are cloth d, the hungry fed ; Where mix'd with flaves the groaning martyr Health to himself, and to his infants bread, 170 | Huge theatres, that now unpeopled woods, The labourer bears: What his hard heart denies, Now drain'd a distant country of her floods : His charitable vanity supplies.

Fanes, which admiring gods with pride survey; Another age shall see the golden ear

Statues of men, scarce less alive than they! Imbrown the flope, and nod on the parterre,

Some felt the silent stroke of mouldering age,
Deep harvest bury all his pride has plann'd, Some hostile fury, fome religious rage.
And laughing Ceres re-assume the land.

Barbarian blindness, Christian zeal conspire,
Who then hall grace, or who improve the soil ? And Papal piety, and Gothic fire.
Who piants like Bathurst, or who builds like Boyle. Perhaps, by its own ruins sav'd from flame,
'Tis use alone but fanctifies expence,

Some bury'd marble half preserves a name;
And fplendor borrows all her rays from sense. 180 That name the learn'd with fierce disputes pursue,
His father's acres who enjoys in peace,

And give to Titus old Vespasian's due. Or makcs his neighbours glad, if he increase : Ambition sigh’d: the found in vain to trust Whose cheerful tenants bless their yearly toil, The faithless column and the crumbling bust: 20 Yet 'o their lord owe more than to the soil; Huge moles, whose thadow stretch'd from shore to Whole ample lawns are not alham’d to feed

thore, The milky heiser and deserving steed;

Their ruins perith'd, and their place no more! Whole riling forests, not for pride or show, Convinc'd she now contracts her vast design, But future buildings, future navies, grow : And all her triumphs shrink into a coin. Let his plantati ns stretch from down to down, A narrow orb each crowded conquest keeps, Firit shade a country, and then raise a town. 190 Beneath her palm here fad Judea weeps.

You too proceed: make falling arts your care, Now fcantier limits the proud arch confine, Ercet new wonders, and the old repair ;

And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine; Jones and Palladio en themselves restore,

A small Euphrates through the piece is rollid, And be whate'er Vitruvius was before :

And little eagles wave their wings in gold. 30 Till kings call forth th' ideas of your mind.

The medal, faithful to its charge of fame, (Proud to accomplish what fuch hands design'd) Through climesand ages bears each form and name : Bid harbours open, public ways extend,

In vnc short view subjected to our eye Bid temples worebier of the god ascend;

Goris, emperors heroes, sages, beautics, lie. Bid the broad archthe dangerous food contain, With sharpen'd light pale antiquaries pore, The mole projeded brcak the roaring main; 200 Th’inscription value, but the rust adore.

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See! sportive fate, to punish aukward pride, Or cut wide views through mountains to the plais,
Bids Bub, build, and send him such a guide : 20 You'll with your hill or shelter'd seat again.
A standing sermon, at each year's expence, Ev’n in an ornament its place rema:k,
That never coxcomb reach'd magnificence ! Nor in an hermitage set Dr Clarke.

You show us Ron e was glorious, not profuse, Behold Villario's ten years foil complete ;
And pompous buildings once were things of use. His quincunx darkens, his espaliers meet;

8. Yet thall (my lord) your just, your poble rules The wood supports the plain, the parts unite, Fill half the land with imitating fools ;

And strength of shade contends with strength of Who random drawings from your theets shall

light; take,

A waving glow the bloomy beds display, And of one beauty many blunders make;

Blushing in bright diversities of day, Load some vain church with old Theatric state, With silver-quivering rills mæander'd o'er Turn arts of triumph to a garden gate; 30 Enjoy them, you! Villario can no more; Reverse your ornaments, and hang them all Tird of the scene parterres and fountains yield, On some patch'd dog-hole ek'd with ends of wall; He finds at last he better likes a field. Then clap four fries of pilaster on't,

Through his young woods how pleas'd Sabinus That, lac'd with hits of rustic, makes a front.

ftray'd, Shall call the winds through long arcades to roar, Or sate delighted in the thickening shade, Proud to catch cold at a Venetiar door;

With annual joy the reddening hoots to greet, Continue they act a tiue Palladian part,

Or see the stretching branches long to meet : And if they starve, they farve by rules of art. His son's fine taste an opena vista loves,

Ost have you hinted to your brother peer, Foe to the Dyrads of his father's groves; A certain truth, which many buy too dear : 40 One boundless green, or Hourish'd carpet views, Something there is more needful than expence, With all the mournful tamily of yews: And something previ us ev'n to taste-'is sense : The thriving plants ignoble broomsticks made, God sense, which only is the gis of Heaven, Now sweep those alleys they were born to shade. And though n science, fairly worth the seven : At Timon's villa let us pass a day, aligiit, which i. yourself you muit perceive; Where all cry out, " What sums are thrown aJones ano Le Nôtre have it not to give.

way.' To build, to plant, whatever you intend, So nroud, fo grand; of that ftupendous air, To rear the column, or the arch to bend,

Soft and agreeable come never there. To swell the terrace, or to link the grot;

Greatnes, with Timon, dweils in tuch a draught In all, let nature never be forgot.

As brings all Brobdignag before your thought. But treat the goddess like a modest fair,

To compass this, his building is a town, Nor over dress, nor leave her wholly bare; His pond an ocean, his j arterre a down : Let not each beauty every where be spy'd, who but mult laugh, the matter when he sees, Where half the skill is decently to hide.

A puny infect, shivering at a breeze! He gains all points, wh pleasingly confounds, Lo, what huge heaps of liceleness around! Surprises, varies, and conceals the bounds. The whole, a labour'd quarry ab ve ground, 110 Consult the genius of the place in all;

I'wo Cupids squirt before : a lake behind That tells i he waters or to rile or fall;

Improves the keenness of the northern wind. Or he is th' ambicious hill the heavens to scale, Hingardens next your admiration call. Or scoops in circling theatres the vale; 60 On every side you look behold the wall! Calls in the country, catches opening glades,

pleasing intricacies intervene, Joins willing woods, and varies stades from thades; No aritul wildness to perplex the scene; Nuw breaks, or now directs th' intending lines; Grove nods at grove, cach alley has a brother, Paints as you plant and, as you work, designs. And half che platform jult reflects the other. Still follow sense, of every art the soul,

The fuffering eye inverted nature fees, Paris answering part shall slide into a whole, Trees cur to ftatues, ftatues thick as trees; Spontaneous beauties ali around advance,

With here a fountain, never to be play'd; . ótart ev'n from difficulty, frike from chance ; And there a summer house that knows no shade; Nature shall join you ; time shall make it grow Here Amphitrite fails through my: tle bowers; A work to wonder at-perhaps a S:ow. 70 There gladiators fight, or die in flowers;

Withour it, proud Versaillis! thy glury falls; Unwa:er'd see the drooping sea-horse mourni, And Nero's terraces ixiert their walls :

And swallows rooft in Nilus' duity urn.
The vast garterres a thousand hands shall make, My lord advances with majestic mnien,
Lo! Cobham comes, and floats them with a lake: Smir wi h the mighty pleature to be seen :

But foftby regular approach-not yet-
Firlt through the length of yon hot terrace sweat;

And when up tep steep slopes you've dragg’d your
After ver 22, in the MS.

Just at his ttudy-door he'll bless your eyes (thighs, Mubishops, lawyers, ftatelmen have the skill His study! with what authors is ititor'à? jo huld, so plant, judge paintings, what you

will? In books, not authors, curinus is my lord; Then why not kent as well our treaties draw,

To all their dared backs ke turns you round;

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VARIATIONS.

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Lo some are vellam, and the rest as good Backto his bounds their fubje& fea command,
For all his lordship knows, but they are wood. And oll obedient rivers through the land;
For Locke or Milton, 'tis in vain to look, These honours, peace to happy Britain brings;
These shelves admit not any modern book. 140 These are imperial works, and worthy kings.

And now the chapel's silver bell you hear,
That summons you to all the pride of prayer ;
Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,

EPISTLE V.
Make the foul dance upon a jig to heaven.
Os painted ceilings you devoutly stare,

TO MR. ADDISON,
Where sprawl the saints of Verrio or Laguerre,
Or gilded clouds in fair expanfion lie,

Occafioned by bis Dialogues on Medals.
And bring all paradise before your eye.
Toreft, the cushion and soft dean invite,

Tuis was originally written in the year 1715, when Who never mentions hell to ears polite. 150 Mr. Addison intended to publish his book of

But hark! the chiming clocks to dinner call; Medals; it was some time before hewas Secre." A hundred footsteps scrape the marble hall: tary of State; but not published till Mr. Ticke The rich buffet well-coloured serpents grace, ell's edition of his works; at which time the And gaping Tritons (pew to wash your face. verses on Mr. Craggs, which conclude the poem, Is this a dinner? this a genial room!

were added, viz. in 1720. No, 'tis a temple, and a hecatomb.

As the third Epistle treated of the extremes of A folemn facrifice perform'd in state,

avarice and profusion; and the fourth took up You drink by measure, and co minutes eat.

one particular branch of the latter, namely, the So quick retires each flying course, you'd swear vanity of expence in people of wealth and quality, Sancho's dread doctor and hiswand were there. 160 and was therefore a corollary to the chird; lo Between each act the crembling salvers ring,

this treats of one circumstance of that vanity, From soup to sweet-wine, and God bless the as it appears in the common collectors of old King.

coins;

and is, therefore, a corollary to the fourth. In plenty starving, tantaliz'd in state, And complaisantly help'd to all I hate,

See the wild waste of all-devouring years! Treated, caress’d, and tir'd, I take my leave,

How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears, Sick of his civil pride from morn to eve;

With nodding arches, broken temples spread! I curse such lavish coft, and little skill,

The very tombs now vanilh'd like their dead; And swear no day was aver part so ill.

Imperial wonders rais'd on nations spoil'd, (toil'd: Yet hence the poor are cloth d, the hungry fed; where mix'd with flaves the groaning martyr Health co himself, and to his infants bread, 170 Huge theatres, that now unpeopled woods, The labourer bears: What his hard heart denies, Now drain'd a distant country of her floods : His charitable vanity supplies.

Fanes, which admiring gods with pride survey; Another age shall see the golden ear

Statues of men, scarce less alive than they! Imbrown the slope, and nod on the parterre,

Some felt the silent stroke of mouldering age,
Deep harvest bury all his pride has plann'd, Some hostile fury, some religious rage.
And laughing Ceres re-assume the land.

Barbarian blindness, Chriftian zeal conspire,
Who then shall grace, or who improve the soil ? And Papal piety, and Gothic fire.
Who plants like Bathurst, or who builds like Boyle. Perhaps, by its own ruins fav'd from flame,
'Tis ufe alone but fanctifies expence,

Some bury'd marble half preserves a name;
And splendor borrows all her rays from sense. 180 That name the learn'd with fierce disputes pursue,
His father's acres who enjoys in peace,

And give to Titus old Vespasian's due. Or makes his neighbours glad, if he increase : Ambition figh’d: she found in vain to trust Whose cheerful tenants bless their yearly toil, The faithless column and the crumbling buft : 20 Yet 'o their lord owe more than to the soil ; Huge moles, whose thadow stretch'd from shore to Whoie ample lawns are not alham'd to feed

Thore, The milky heifer and deserving steed;

Their ruins perith'd, and their place no more! Whose rising forests, not for pride or show, Convinc'd the now contracts her valt design, But future buildings, future navies, grow : And all her triumphs shrink into a coin. Let his plantati ns stretch from down to down, A narrow orb each crowded conquest keeps, Firit fade a country, and then raise a town. 190 Beneath her palm here fad Judea weeps.

You too proceed : make falling arts your care, Now fcantier limits the proud arch confine, Erect new wonders, and the old repair ;

And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine ; Jones and Palladio on themselves restore,

A small Euphrates through the piece is rollid, And be whate'er Vitruvius was before :

And little eagles wave their wings in gold. 30 Till kings call forth th' ideas of your mind.

The medal, faithful to its charge of fame, (Proud to accomplish what such hands design'd) Through climesand ages bears each form and name; Bid harbours open, public ways extend,

In one short view subjected to our eye Bid temples worthier of the god ascend;

Gols, emperors heroes, sages, beauties, lie. Bid the broad archthe dangerous flood contain, With sharpcn'd light pale antiquaries pore, The mole projeded break the roaring main ; 200 Th'inscription value, but the rult adore.

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See! sportive fate, to punish aukward pride, Or cut wide views through mountains to the plais,
Bids Bub, build, and feod him such a guide : 20 You'll with your hill or shelter'd scat again.
A standing sermon. at each year's expence, Ev'n in an ornament its place remak,
That never coxcomb reach'd magnificence! Nor in an hermitage set Dr Clarke.

You show us Ron e was glorious, not profusc, Bt hold Villario's ten years toil complete;
And pompous buildings once were things of use. His quincunx darkens, his espaliers meet;

8 Yet fhall (my lurd) your juit, your poble rules The wood supports the plain, the parts unite, Fill half the land with imitating fools;

And strength of shade contends with strength of Who random drawings from your sheets shall

light; take,

A waving glow the bloomy beds display, And of one beauty many blunders make;

Blushing in brighe diversities of day, Load some vain church with old Theatric face, With silver-quivering tills mæander'd o'er Turn arts of triumph to a garden gate; 30 Enjoy them, you! Villario can no more; Reverse your ornanients, and hang them all Tir'd of the scene parterres and fountains yield, On some patch'd dog-hole ek'd with ends of wall; He finds at last he better likes a field. Then cläp four flikes of pilaster on't,

Through his young woods how pleas'd Sabious That, lac'd with bits of ruitic, makes a front.

ftray'd, Shall call the winds through long arcades to roar, Or sate delighted in the thickening shade, Proud to catch cold at a Venetiar door;

With annual joy the reddening Moots to greet, Conticus they act a true Palladian part,

Or see the itretching branches long to meet ! And if they starve, they farve by rules of art. His sop's fine taste an opener vifta loves,

Ost have you hinted to your brother peer, Foe to the Dyrads of his father's groves; A certain truth, which many buy too dear : 40 One boundiess green, or fourish'd carpet views, Smething there is more needful than expence, With all the mournful tamily of yews: And something previ us ev'n to taste-'tis sense : The thriving plants ignoble broomsticks made, God senfe, which only is the gis of Heaven, Now sweep those alleys they were born to shade. And though n. Science, fairly worth the seven : At Timon's villa let us pass a day, A light, which i. yourself you mult perceive; Where all cry out, “ What lums are thrown aJones and Le Nôtre have jt not to give.

way. To build, to plant, whatever you intend, So nroud, fo grand; of that stupendous air, Torcar the column, or the arch to bend,

Soft and agreeable come never there. To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot;

Greatnes, with Timon, dwells in luch a draught In all, let nature never be forgot.

so As brings all Brobdignag before your thought. But treat the goddess like a modest fair,

To compass this, his building is a town, Nor over dress, nor leave her wholly bare; His pond an ocean, hisj arterre a down : Let not each beauty every where be spy'd, whu but mult laugh, the matter when he sees, Where half the skill is decently to hide.

A puny infect, shivering at a breeze! He gains all çoints, wh pleasingly confounds, Lo, what huge heaps of licleness around! Surprises, varies, and conceals the bounds. The whole, a labour'd quarry ab ve ground, i10 Consult the genius of the place in all;

Two Cupids squirt before : a lake behind That telisihe waters or to rile or fall;

Improves the keenness of the northern wind. Or hels th' ambitious hill the heavens to scale, Hi gardens next your admiration call. Or scoops in circling theatres the vale; 60 On every fide you look behold the wall! Calls in the country, catches opening glades, Ny pleasing intricacies intervene, Joins willing woods, and varies stades from Shades; No arutul wildness to perplex the scene; Nuw breaks, or now directs th' intending lines; Grove nods at grove, cach alley has a brother, Paints as you plant and, as you work, designs. And half the platform jutt reflects the other. Srill follow sense, of every art the soul,

The Puffering eye inverted nature fees, Paris answering part shall side into a whole, Trees cui to ftatues, ftatues thick as trees; Spontaneous beauties ali around advance,

With here a fountain, never to be play'd; · ótart ev'n from difficulty, Itrike from chance ; And there a summer. house that knows no shade; Nature shall join you; time shall make it grow Here Amphitrite fails through my: tle bowers; A work to wonder at-perhaps a S:ow. 70 There gladiators fight, or die in flowers;

Without it, proud Versaillis! thy glory falls ; Unwa:er'd see the drooping sea-horse mourn, And Nero's terraces defert their walls :

And swallows rooit in Nilus' duity urn.
The valt qarterres a thousand hands shall make, My lord advances with majestic mien,
Lo: Cobham comes, and floats them with a lake: Smit wi' h the mighty pleasure to be seen :

But soft-by regular approach- not yet 129
Firit through the length of yon hot terrace sweat;

And when up ten steep flopes you've dragg'd your
After ver 22, in the MS.

Just at his ttudy-door he'll bless your eyes (thighs, Mal bithops, lawyers, fratelmien have the skill His study! with what authors is it thor'a ? To buld, to plant, judge paintings, what you will? In books, not authors, curious is Then why cot Kent as well our treaties draw,

To all their dared back ke turns you round;

I 20

VARIATIONS.

my lord;

Lo some are vellum, and the rest as good

Backto his bounds their fubje& sea command, Eor all his lordship knows, but they are wood. And oll obedient rivers through the land; For Locke or Milton, 'tis in vain to look, These honours, peace to happy Britain brings; These shelves admit not any modern book. 140 These are imperial works, and worthy kings.

And now the chapel's silver bell you hear,
That summons you to all the pride of prayer ;
Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,

EPISTLE V.
Make the soul dance upon a jig to heaven.
On painted ceilings you devoutly ftare,

TO MR. ADDISON,
Where sprawl the saints of Verrio or Laguerre,
Or gilded clouds in fair expansion lie,

Occafioned by bis Dialogues on Medals.
And bring all paradise before your eye.
Toreft, the cushion and soft dean invite,

Tuis was originally written in the year 1715, when Who never mentions hell to ears polire. 150 Mr. Addison intended to publish his book of

But hark! the chiming clocks to dinner call; Medals; it was some time before hewas Secre.' A hundred footīteps scrape the marble hall:

tary of State; but not published till Mr. Ticks The rich buffet well-coloured serpents grace,

ell's edition of his works; at which time the And gaping Tritons (pew to wash your face. verses on Mr. Craggs, which conclude the poem, Is this a dinner? this a genial room!

were added, viz. in 1720. No, 'tis a temple, and a hecatomb.

As the third Epistle treated of the extremes of A folemn facrifice perform'd in state,

avarice and profufion; and the fourth took up You drink by mealure, and to minutes eat.

one particular branch of the latter, namely, the So quick retires each flying course, you'd swear vanity of expence in people of wealth and quality, Sancho's dread doctor and hiswand were there. 160 and was therefore a corollary to the third; lo Between each ad the crembling falvers ring,

this treats of one circumstance of that vanity, From soup to sweet-wine, and God bless the as it appears in the common collectors of old King.

coins;

and is, therefore, a corollary to the fourth. In plenty starving, tantaliz'd in state, And complaisantly help'd to all I hate,

See the wild waste of all-devouring years! Treated, caress’d, and tir'd, I take my leave,

How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears, Sick of his civil pride from morn to eve;

With nodding arches, broken temples spread! I curse such lavish coft, and little skill,

The very tombs now vanilh'd like their dead; And swear no day was ever past so ill.

Imperial wonders rais'd on nations spoild, (toil'd: Yet hence the poor are cloth d, the hungry fed; Where mix'd with flaves the groaning martyr Health to himself, and to his infants bread, 170 Huge theatres, that now unpeopled woods, The labourer bears: What his hard heart denies, Now drain'd a distant country of her floods : His charitable vanity supplies.

Fanes, which admiring gods with pride survey; Another age shall see the golden ear

Statues of men, scarce less alive than they ! Imbrown the flope, and nod on the parterre,

Some felt the filent stroke of mouldering age,
Deep harvest bury all his pride has plann'd, Some hostile fury, some religious rage.
And laughing Ceres re-assume the land.

Barbarian blindness, Christian zeal conspire,
Who then shall grace, or who improve the soil ? And Papal piety, and Gothic fire.
Who plants like Bathurst, or who builds like Boyle. Perhaps, by its own ruins sav'd from flame,
'Tis ule alone but landlifies expence,

Some bury'd marble half preserves a name;
And splendor borrows all her rays from sense. 180 That name the learn'd with fierce disputes pursue,
His father's acres who enjoys in peace,

And give to Ticus old Vespasian's due Or makes his neighbours glad, if he increase : Ambition figh'd: she found in vain to trust Whose cheerful tenants bless their yearly toil, The faithlefs column and the crumbling bust: 20 Yet 'o their lord owe more than to the soil; Huge moles, whose fhadow stretch'd from shore to Whole ample lawns are not alham'd to feed

thore, The milky heiser and deserving steed;

Their ruins perith'd, and their place no more! Whole riling forests, not for pride or show, Convinc'd she now contracts her vast design, But future buildings, future navies, grow : And all her triumphs fhrink into a coin. Let his plantati ns stretch from down to down, A narrow orb each crowded conquest keeps, Firit shade a country, and then raise a town. 190 Beneath her palm here fad Judca weeps.

You too proceed: make falling arts your care, Now scantier limits the proud arch confine, Ercet new wonders, and the old repair ;

And scarce are seen the proftrate Nile or Rhine; Jones and Palladio en themselves restore,

A small Euphrates through the piece is rollid, And be whate'er Vitruvius was before :

And little eagles wave their wings in gold. 30 Till kings call forth th' ideas of your mind.

The medal, faithful to its charge of fame, (Proud to accomplish what fuch hands design'd) Throughclimesand agesbears each form and name : Bid harbours open, public ways extend,

In one short view subjected to our eye Bid temples worthier of the god afcend;

Gols, emperors heroes, sages, beautics, lie. Bid the broad archthe dangerous flood contain, With sharpen’d sight pale antiquarics pore, The mole projected break the roaring main; 200 Th’ inscription value, but the rult adore.

ΙΟ

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