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1. Sure, in the better Ages of old Time,
Nor Poetry nor Love was thought a Crime
From Heav'nthey both the Gods best Gifts were sent,
Divinely perfect borh, and Innocent.
Then were bąd Poets and loose Loves not known;
None felt a Warmth which they might blush toown.
Beneath cool Shades our happy Fathers lay,
And spent in pure unta inted Joys the Day:
Artless their Loves, artless their Numbers were,
While Nature simply did in both appear,
Nor could the Censor or the Critick fear.

Pleas?duto :be pleas’d, they took what' Heav'n be-
Nor were too curious of the given Good.
At length, like Indians fond of fancy'd Toys,
We lost being happy, to be thought more wise.
In one cars’d Age, to punish Verse and Sin, ::
Criticks and Hang-men, both at once, came in. "

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Wit and the Laws had both the same ill Fate, :7

And partial Tyrants fway'd in either State. i 1 A

IH-naturd Censure would be sure to damn

An Alien-wit of independent Fame,

Siv While Bays grown old, and harden'd in Offence, Was suffer'd to write on in spite of Sense;' Back'd by his Friends, "th’Invader brought along A Crew of foreign Words into our Tongue, To ruin and enslave the free-born English Song; Still the prevailing Faction propt his Throne, And to four Volumes let his Plays run on; 3:17 Then a lewd Tide of Verse, with vicious Rage, Broke in upon the Morals of the 'Age. The Stage (whose Art was once the Mind to move To noble Daring, and to vertuous Love) Precept with Pleafure mix’d, no more profeft, But dealt in double Meaning bawdy Jest: 5. ***


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The shocking Sounds offend the blufhing Fair, si
And drive 'em from the guilty. Theatre

Ye wretched Bards!from whom these Ills have
whom the avenging Powers have spar'd too long,..
Well may you fear the Blowwillfurely comezoliri..
Your Sodom has no Ten t'avert its Doom,
Unless the fair Ardelia will alone T.: D
To Heav'n for all the guilty Tribe atone;
Nor can Ten Saints do more than such a One's
Since she alone of the Poetick Crowd
To the false Gods of Wit has never bow'd, iki
The Empire, which she faves, shallown her Sway,
And all Parnafsus her bless'd Laws obey.

Say, from what facred Fountain, Nymph divine!
The Treasures flow, which in thy Verse do shine?
With what strange Inspiration art thou blest,
What more than Delphick Ardor warms thy Breaft?



Our fordid Earth ne'er bred fo bright a Flame,
But from the Skies, thy Kindred Skies it came.
To Numbers great like thine, th’Angelick Quirę
In joyous Confort tune the golden Lyre; ' :I
Viewing with pitying Eyes, our Cares with thee,
They wisely own; that Al is Vanity;

Sitsiin Ev'n all the Joys which mortal Minds can know,

(below. And find ARDELIA’s Verse the least vain Thing

If PINDAR's Name to those bless?d Mansions reach, And Mortal Muses may Immortal teach, In Verse like his, the heav'nly Nation raisevic Their tuneful'Voices to their Maker's Praise.

Nor shall celestial Harmony disdain,
For once, to imitate an earthly Strain,
Whose Fame fecure, no Rival e'er can fear,
But those above, and fair ARDELIA here.
She who undaunted could his Raptures view,
And with bold Wings his facred Heights pursue;


Safe thro’the Dithyrambick Stream she steer’d,
Nor the rough Deep in all its Dangers fear’d: :a
Not fo the rest, who with successless Paint
Th’unnavigable Torrent try?d-in vain. Junaci ni

So Clelia leap'd into the rapid Flood, dwsiv While the Etruscans struck with Wonder stood: !T Amidit the Waves her rash Perfuers dy'd, : !1s a The matchless Dame could only ftem the Tide, And gain the Glory of the farther Side."

See with what Pomp the antick Masque comes in! The various Forms of the fantastiek Spleen.); Vain empty Laughter, howling Grief and Tears, False Joy, bred by false Hope, and falfer Fears; Each Vice, each: Passion which pale Nature wears, In this odd monst'rous Medley mix?d appears. Like Bays's Dance, confus’dly round they run,' 1.. Statesman, Coquet, gay Fop, and pensive Nun,

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