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€ vi) Methinks our Author, when without a Fla®, The Graces of his AZé/trefs he does draw, Wiſhes Cif Metempfuchofis be true, And Souls do change their Cafe, and aét anew,) In the next Life he only might afpire To the few Brains of fome foft Country Squire, Whofe Head with fuch likeRudiments isfraught, As in his Youth his careful Grannum taught. And now (dear Friend) how fhall we to thy Brow : Pay all thofe Lawrels which we juftly owe ? For thou frefh Honours to the Work doft bring, AndtotheTheme:Norfeemsthatpleafing thing, Which he fo well in Zarzz has exprefs’d, Leſs Comical in Engliſh Garments drefs’d ; Thy Sentences are all ſo clearly wrought, And fo exaétly plac’d, is every Thought, That, which is more oblig’d, we fcarce can fee The Subje& by thy Author, orhimfelf by thee. On this Tranflation, Spoke in the Pevjow of oP OLD Iftance: Away, you fullen, fheepifh Souls, Whofe brooding Thoughts fitalways hatching Rules ! You Tub-Philofophers, whofe croaking Brains Make Earth as Hellifh as the Stygzam Plains $ Your uncouth, lowring Grimace becomes Your ftupid Mufings when you’re at your Homes. But no Infernal Vifage mutt be feen, Where all are to be Folly by Defign. iu; eil .
