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His generous Soul disdain'd that vain Pretence,
Firm to that noble Cause which fir’d his Mind, He never to a Popish Scheme inclin'd; Nor fought the Fayours of a Tyburn Crowd, Whose perjur'd Hearts to foreign Gods have bow'd ; He judgd it always an inglorious thing To court their Praises who defaim'd their KING ; Enough for him that CONGREVE was his Friend, That GARTH and STEELE, and ADDISON cumn
mmend ; That BRUNSWICK with the Bays his Temples bound, And PARKER with Immortal Honour's crown'd.
Grcat LUCAN now, by his unwcaried Pains,
Not ev'ry Bard, that in mechanick Verse
At length, ye Sons of Servitude, awake, And from your Necks the selfish Burthen thake; Nor blindly, nor disdainfully refuse This last great Labour of the Laurellid Mufe ; Pay the just Honours to his Sacred Head, Nor, whom you eny'd Living, envy Dead : Against the Dead all Violencès cease, Great CHAUCER now, and SHAKESPEAR reft in Peace s DRIDEN no more the impious World upbraids, And MILTON flumbers in the silent Shades.
Thou too, thrice honour'd, in that ancient Deme, Where soon or late our British Laureats come; Where the fan’d Poets of thice Ages lie, And to their Tombs invite the curious Eye,
Where great NEWC ASTLE, still to Wit a Friend
Honoured Memory of
By Mrs. CENTLIVRE.
DAPHNIS. EE! Tbyrfis, fee ! beneath yon spreading Thorn
Whofe blushing Berries ev'ry Bough adorn, The good Menalias fits, his Head reclin’d, His Crook thrown by, nor seems his Flock to mind; Down from his Eyes the Briny Torrents rowl, And mighty Grief secm's lab'ring in his Soul :
The Posture speaks a matchless Weight of Woc;
From whence, Menalcas, do these Ills arise,
her broken Faith disdain.
MENALC A SA
No, Tbyrfis, no; a. Subject greater far, Than Flocks, or Herds, or fickle Women are, Claims all these Tears, thefe fruitless Tears I shed, Colin! the soft harmonious Colin's dead.
Is Colin dead! If that fad Tale be true, Then haye we Cause to mourn as much as you.. Colin! the Pride and Darling of the Plain, Admir'd by ev'ry Nymph, Caress’d by cv'ry Swain. Whene'er he tun'd' his Pipe beneath the Shade, The nodding Boughs beat Time while Colin play'd.