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F. Hayman inv.et det.
Fail,Barde griumphant!born in happier Pays Oh may some Spark of your celestial
Fire The last, the meanest of your Sons inspireray
Foay on Crit.
E P I S T O L A
UINQUE dies tibi pollicitus me rure fu
Non, quo more pýris vesci Calaber jubet hofpes,
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PIST LE VII.
Imitated in the Manner of Dr. SWIFT.
'T. I would be with you, June the third ;
" The Dog-days are no more the case.” 15 'Tis true, but Winter comes apace : Then fouthward let your Bard retire, Hold out some months 'twixt Sun and Fire, And you shall see the first warm Weather, Me and the Butterflies together.
20 My Lord, your Favours well I know; 'Tis with Distinction you bestow;
; And not to ev'ry one that comes, Just as a Scotsman does his Plumbs. “ Pray take them, Sir,-Enough's a Feaft: 25 Eat some and pocket up the restIB 2
Tam teneor dono, quam fi dimittar onuftus.
Forte per anguftam tenuis vulpecula rimam Repserat in cumeram frumenti ; paftaque, rurfus Ire fonas pleno tendebat corpore fruftra. .