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The joy their wives, their fons, and fervants fhare,
Eafe of their toil, and partners of their care:
The laugh, the jeft, attendants on the bowl,
Smooth'd every brow, and open'd every foul:
With growing years the pleafing licence grew,
2nd (ƒ) taunts alternate innocently flew.
But times corrupt, and (g) nature ill-inclin'd,
Produc'd the point that left a fting behind;
Till, friend with friend, and families at ftrife,
Triumphant malice rag'd through private hfe.
Wro felt the wrong, or fear'd it, took th' alarm,
Appeal'd to law, and justice lent her arm. [bound,
At length, by wholesome (b) dread of ftatutes
'The poets learn'd to pleafe, and not to wound:
Molt warp'd to (i) flattery's fide; but fome, more
nice,

Preferv'd the freedom, and forebore the vice.
Hence fatire rofe, that just the medium hit,
And heals with morals what it hurts with wit.
(4) We conquer'd France, but felt our captive's
charras;

Her arts victorious triumph'd o'er our arms;
Britain to fcft refinements lefs a foe,

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Wit grew polite, and (1) numbers learn'd to flow.
Waller was Imooth; but Dryden taught to join
The varying verfe, the full refounding line,
The long niajestic march, and energy divine.
Though fill fome traces of our (m) rustic vein
And fplayfoot verfe remain'd, and will remain.
Late, very late, corre&inefs grew our care,
When the tir'd nation (n) breath'd from civil war.
Exact (0) Racine, and Corneille's noble fire,
Show'd us that France had fomething to admire.
Not, but the (p) tragic fpirit was our own,
And full in Shakspeare, fair in Otway shone:

Corpus et ipfum animum fpe finis dura ferentem,
Cum fociis operum pueris et conjuge fida,
Tellurem porco, Silvanum lacte piabant,
Floribus, et vino Genium memoreni brevis aevi.
Fefcennina per hunc inventa licentia morem
(f) Verfibus alternis opprobria ruftica fudit;
Libertafque recurrentes accepta per annos
Lufit amabiliter: (g) donec jam faevus apertam
In rabiem coepit verti jocus, et per honeitas
Jre domos impune minax. doluere cruento
Denti laceffiti: fuit intactis quoque cura
Conditione fuper communi: (6) quin etiam lex
Poenaque lata, malo quae nollet carmine quem-

quam

Defcribi. vertere modum, formidine fuftis
Ad (i) bene dicendum, delectandumque redacti.

(4) Graecia capta fcrum victorem cepit, et artes
Intulit agrefti Latio. fic horridus ille
Defluxit (4) numerus Saturnius, et grave virus
Munditiae pepulere: fed in longum tamen aevum
Manferunt, hodieque manent, (m) veftigia ruris.
Serus enim Graecis admovit acumina chartis;
Et poft) Punica bella quietus quaerere coepit,
Quid) Sophocles et Thelpis et Aeschylus utile
forrent:

Tentavit quoque rem, fi digne vertere poffet:
Et placuit ibi, natura fublimis et acer :
Nam

pirat tragicum fatis, et feliciter audet:

But Otway fail'd to polifh or refine,
And (7) fluent Shakspeare scarce effac'd a line.
Ev'n copies Dryden wanted, or forgot,
The laft and greatest art, the art to blot.
Some doubt, if equal pains, or equal fire,
The (r) humbler mufe of comedy require.
But in known images of life, I guess

The labour greater, as th' indulgence lefs (1).
Obferve how feldom ev'n the best fucceed:
Tell me if (t) Congreve's fools are fools indeed?
What pert low dialogue has Farquhar writ!
How Van wants grace, who never wanted wit!
The flage how loosely (u) does Aftræa tread,
Who fairly puts all characters to bed!
And idle Cibber, how he breaks the laws,
To make poor Pinkey (zu) eat with vast applause!
But fill their (*) purfe, our poets' work is done,
Alike to them, by pathos or by pun.

O you! whom (y) vanity's light bark conveys
On fame's mad voyage by the wind of praife,
With what a fhifting gale your courfe you ply,
For ever funk too low, or borne too high!
Who pants for glory finds but short repose,
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
(x) Farewell the stage! if just as thrives the play,
The filly bard grows fat, or falls away.

(a) There ftill remains, to mortify a wit, The many-headed monfter of the pit;

A fenfelefs, worthlefs, and unhonour'd crow'd :
Who, (b) to difturb their betters mighty proud,
Clattering their flicks before ten lines are spoke,
Call for the farce, (e) the bear, or the black-joke.
What dear delight to Britons farce affords!
Ever the taste of mobs, but now (d) of lords;
(Tafte, that eternal wanderer, which flies
From heads to ears, and now from ears to eyes.).

Sed (q) turpem putat infcite metuitque lituram..
Creditur, ex (r) medio quia arceffit, habere.
Sudoris minimum; fed habet Comoedia tanto
Plus oneris, quanto veniae minus. (s) afpice, Plautus
Quo pacto (1) partes tutetur amantis ephebi,
Ut patris attenti, lenonis ut infidiofi:
Quantus fit Doffennus (tv) edacibus in parafitis;
Quam non () aftricto percurrat pulpita focco.
Gellit enim (e) nummum in loculos demittere:
poft hoc

Securus, cadat an recto ftet fabula talo.

Quem tulit ad fcenam (y) ventofo gloria curru, Exanimat lentus fpectator, fedulus inflat : Sic leve, fic parvum eft,aninium quod laudis avarum Subruit, ac reficit: (≈) valeat res ludicra, fi me Palma negata macrum, donata reducit opimum. (a) Saepe etiam audacem fugat hoc terretque poc

tam

Quod numero plures, virtute et honore minores
Indocti, ftolidique, et (6) depugnare parati
Si difcordet eques, media inter carmina pofcunt
Aut (c) urfum aut pugiles: his nam plebecula
gaudet.

Verum (4) equitis quoque jam migravit ab aure voluptas

Omnis, ad incertos oculos, et gaudia vana.
Quatuor aut plures aulaea premuntur in horas ;

The play stands still; damn action and difcourfe,
Back fly the scenes, and enter foot, (✔) and horse;
Pageants on pageants, in long order drawn,
Peers, heralds, bishops, ermin, gold and lawn;
The champion too! and, to complete the jeft,
Old Edward's armour beams on Cibber's breast.
With (f) laughter fure Democritus had dy'd,
Had he beheld an audience gape fo wide.
Let bear or (g) elephant be e'er so white,
The people, fure, the people are the fight!
Ah, luckless (b) poet! stretch thy lungs and roar,
That bear or elephant shall heed thee more;
While all its (i) throats the gallery extends,
And all the thunder of the pit afcends!
Loud as the wolves, on (4) Orca's formy steep,
Howl to the roarings of the northern deep.
Such is the shout, the long-applauding note,
At Quin's high plume, or Oldfield's (1) petticoat;
Or when from court a birth-day fuit bestow'd,
Sinks the (m) loft actor in the tawdry load.
Booth enters-hark: the universal peal!
"But has he spoken ?" Not a fyllable.
What fhook the stage, and made the people ftare?
(*) Cato's long wig, flower'd gown, and lacquer'd
chair.

Yet, left you think I rally more than teach,
Or praife malignly arts I cannot reach,
Let me for once prefume t' inftruct the times,
To know the poet from the man of rhymes:
'Tis he (o) who gives my breaft a thousand pains,
Can make me feel each passion that he feigns;
Enrage, compofe, with more than magic art;
With pity, and with terror, tear my heart;
And fnatch me, o'er the earth, or through the air,
To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.

Dum fugiunt (e) equitum turmae, peditumque ca

tervae :

Mex trahitur manibus regum fortuna retortis;
Effeda feftinant, pilenta, petorrita, naves;
Captivum portatur cbur, captiva Corinthus.
(f) Si foret in terris, rideret Democritus; feu
Diverfum confufa genus panthera camelo,
Sive (g) elephas albus vulgi converteret ora.
Spectaret populum ludis attentius ipfis,
Ut fibi praebentem mimo speâacula plura:
Scriptores autem (6) narrare putaret afello
Fabellam furdo. nam quae (i) pervincere voces
Evaluere fonum, referunt quem nostra theatra?
(4) Garganum mugize putes nemus, aut mare Tuf-

cum.

Tanto cum ftrepitu ludi spectantur, et artes,
() Divitiaeque peregrinae: quibus (m) oblitus
actor

Cum ftetit in fcena, concurrit dextera laevae.
Dixit adhuc aliquid? nil fane. Quid placet ergo?
(Lana Tarentino violas imitata veneno.
Ac ne forte putes me, quae facere ipfe recufem,
Cum recte tractent alii, laudare maligne :
llle per extentum funem mihi poffe videtur
Ire pocta; (e) meum qui pectus inaniter angit,
Irritat, mulcet, falfis terroribus implet,

Ut magus; et modo me Thebis, modo ponit Athe

nis.

(p) But not this part of the poetic state
Alone, deferves the favour of the great :
Think of those authors, Sir, who would rely
More on a reader's sense, than gazer's eye.
Or who fhall wander where the mufes fing?
Who climb their mountain, or who taste their
Spring?

How fhall we fill a (g) library with wit,
When Merlin's cave is half unfurnish'd yet?

My liege! why writers little claim your thought,
I guefs; and, with their leave, will tell the fault :
We (r) poets are (upon a poet's word)
Of all mankind, the creatures most absurd :
The (1) feafon, when to come, and when to go,
To fing, or ceafe to fing, we never know;
And if we will recite nine hours in ten,
You lose your patience juft like other men.
Then too we hurt ourselves, when, to defend
A (t) single verse, we quarrel with a friend;
Repeat (2) unafk'd; (v) lament, the wit's too fine
For vulgar eyes, and point out every line;
But moft, when, ftraining with too weak a wing,
We needs will write epiftles to the king;
And (x) from the moment we oblige the town,
Expect a place, or penfion from the crown;
Or, dubb'd historians by express command,
T'enroll your triumphs o'er the feas and land,
Be call'd to court to plan fome work divine,
As once for Louis, Boileau, and Racine.

Yet (y) think, great Sir! (so many virtues shown) Ah, think, what poet beft may make them known? Or choose at least some minister of grace, Fit to bestow the (z) laureat's weighty place.

(a) Charles, to late times to be transmitted fair, Aflign'd his figure to Bernini's care;

(p) Verum age, et his, qui fe lectori credere ma Junt,

Quam fpectatoris faftidia ferre fuperbi,
· [num
Cura impende brevem: fi (g) manus Apolline dig-
Vis complere libris; et vatibus addere calcar,
Ut ftudio majore petant Helicona virentem.

() Multa quidem nobis facimus mala faepe poe

tae,

(Ut vineta egomet caedam mea) cum tibi librum () Solicito damus, aut feffo: cum laedimur, (?)

unum

Si quis amicorum eft aufus reprendere verfum :
Cum loca jam (u) recitata revolvimus irrevocati:
Cum (v) lamentamur non apparere labores
Noftros, et tenui deducta poemata filo: [que
Cum (r) fperamus eo rem venturam, ut, fimul at-
Carmina refcieris nos fingere, commodus ultro
Arceffas, et egere vetes, et fcribere cogas.
Sed tamen eft (y) operae pretium cognofcere, quales
Aedituos habeat belli fpectata domique
Virtus, (z) indigno non committenda poetae.

(a) Gratus Alexandro regi Magno fuit ille
Choerilus, incultis qui verfibus et male natis
Rettulit acceptos, regale numifma, Philippos.
Sed veluti tractata notam labemque remittunt
Atramenta, fere fcriptores carmine foedo
Splendida facta linunt. idem rex ille, poema
Qui tam ridiculum tam care prodigus emit,

And (6) great Naffau to Kneller's hand decreed
To fix him graceful on the bounding fteed;
So well in paint and stone they judg'd of merit :
But kings in wit may want difcerning spirit.
The hero William, and the martyr Charles,
One knighted Blackmore, and one penfion'd
Quarles;

Which made old Ben and furly Dennis fwear,
"No lord's anointed, but a (e) Ruffian bear.

Not with fuch (d) majefty, fuch bold relief, The forms auguft, of king, or conquering chief, E'er fwell'd on marble; as in verfe have fhin'd (In polish'd verse) the manners and the mind. Oh could I mount on the Mæonian wing, Your (e) arms, your actions, your repose to fing; What (f) feas you travers'd, and what fields you fought!

Your country's peace, how oft, how dearly bought! How (g) barbarous rage fubfided at your word, And nations wonder'd while they dropp'd the

fword!

How, when you nodded, o'er the land and deep, (b) Peace ftole her wing, and wrapp'd the world

in fleep;

Till earth's extremes your meditation own,
And (i) Afia's tyrants tremble at your throne-
But (4) verfe, alas! your majefty difdains;
And I'm not us'd to panegyric ftrains :
The zeal of (1) fools offends at any time,
But most of all, the zeal of fools in rhyme.
Befides, a fate attends on all I write,
That when I aim at praise, they say (m) I bite.
A vile (a) encomium doubly ridicules:
'There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools.

Edicto vetuit, ne quis fe praeter Apellem
Pingeret, aut alius Lyfippo duceret aera
Fortis (6) Alexandri vultum fimulantia, quod fi
Judicium fubtile videndis artibus illud
Ad libros et ad haec Mufarum dona vocares;
(e) Boeotum in craffo jurares aëre natum.

[At neque dedecorant tua de fe judicia, atque Munera quae multa dantis cum laude tulerunt, Dilecti tibi Virgilius Variusque poetae;]

Nec magis expreffi (d) vultus per ahenea figna, Quam per vatis opus mores animique virorum Clarorum apparent. nec fermones ego mallem Repentes per humum, (e) quam res componere geftas,

Terrarumque (f) fitus et flumina dicere, et arces Montibus impolitas, et (g) barbara regna, tuifque Aufpiciis totum (4) confecta duella per orbem, Clauftraque (b) cuftodem pacis cohibentia Janum, Et (i) formidatam Parthis, te principe, Romam : Si quantum cuperem, poffem quoque, fed neque

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ratur.

" Once (and but once) I caught him in a lie, “And then, unwhipp'd, he had the grace to cry: "The fault he has I fairly fhall reveal, "(Could you c'erlook but that) it is, to steal." (c) If, after this, you took the graceful lad, Could you complain, my friend, he prov'd fo bad? Faith, in such case, if you should profecute, I think Sir Godfrey should decide the fuit: Who fent the thief that ftole the cash, away, And punish'd him that put it in his way.

(d) Confider then, and judge me in this light; I told you when I went, I could not write; You faid the fame; and are you discontent With laws, to which you gave your own affent? Nay worse, to ask for verfe at fuch a time! D'ye think me good for nothing but to rhyme? () In Anna's wars, a foldier poor and old Had dearly carn'd a little purse of gold: Tir'd with a tedious march, one luckless night, He flept, poor dog and loft it, to a doit, This put the man in such a desperate mind, Between revenge, and grief, and hunger join'd, Against the foe, himself, and all mankind, He leap'd the trenches, scal'd a castle wall, Tore down a standard, took the fort and all. "Prodigious well!" his great commander cry'd, Gave him much praife, and fome reward befide. Next, pleas'd his excellence a town to batter (Its name I know not, and 'tis no great matter); "Go on, my friend, (he cry'd) fee yonder walls! "Advance and conquer! go where glory calls! "More honours, more rewards, attend the brave." Don't you remember what reply he gave? "D'ye think me, noble general, fuch a sot? "Let him take caftles who has ne'er a groat." (f) Bred up at home, full early I begun To read in Greek the wrath of Peleus' fon.

() Ille ferat pretium, poenae fecurus, opinor. Prudens emifti vitiofum: dia tibi eft lex. Infequeris tamen hunc, et lite moraris iniqua.

(d) Dixi me pigrum proficifcenti tibi, dixi
Talibus officiis prope mancum; ne mea faevus
Jurgares ad te quod epiftola nulla veniret.
Quid tum profeci, mecum facientia jura

Si tamen attentas? quereris fuper hoc etiam, quod
Expectata tibi non mittam carmina mendax.
(e) Luculli miles collecta viatica multis
Acrumnis, laffus dum, noctu ftertit, ad affem

Befides, my father taught me from a lad,
The better art to know the good from bad:
(And little fure imported to remove,
To hunt for truth in Maudlin's learned grove.)
But knottier points, we knew not half fo well,
Depriv'd us foon of our paternal cell;
And certain laws, by fufferers thought unjust,
Deny'd all posts of profit or of truft:
Hopes after hopes of pious Papifts fail'd, [vail'd.
While mighty William's thundering arm pre-
For right hereditary tax'd and fin'd,

He ftuck to poverty with peace of mind;
And me, the mufes help'd to undergo it;
Convict a Papist he, and I a poet.

But (thanks to Homer) hence I live and thrive,
Indebted to no prince or peer alive,

Sure I should want the care of ten Monroes,
If I would fcribble, rather than repose.

(g) Years following years, teal something
every day,

At laft they fteal us from ourselves away;
In one our frolics, one amusements end,
In one a mistress drops, in one a friend :
This fubtle thief of life, this paltry time,
What will it leave me, if it fnatch my rhyme?
If every wheel of that unweary'd mill,
That turn'd ten thousand verses, now ftands still?

(6) But after all, what would you have me do?
When out of twenty I can please not two;
When this heroics only deigns to praise,
Sharp fatire that, and that Pindaric lays?
One likes the pheafant's wing, and one the leg;
The vulgar boil, the learned roaft an egg.
Hard talk to hit the palate of such guests,
When Oldfield loves what Dartineuf detefts.

(i) But grant I may relapfe, for want of grace, Again to rhyme: can London be the place?

Iratus Graiis quantum nocuiffet Achilles.
Adjecere bonae paulo plus artis Athenae:
Scilicet ut poffem curvo dignofcere rectum,
Atque inter fylvas academi quaerere verum.
Dura fed emovere loco me tempora grato;
Civilifque rudem belli tulit aeftus in arma,
Caefaris Augufti non refponfura lacertis.
Unde fimul primum me demifere Philippi,
Decifs humilem pennis, inopemque paterni
Et laris et fundi, paupertas impulit audax
Ut verfus facerem : fed, quod non defit, habentem

Perdiderat poft hoc vehemens lupus, et fibi et Quae poterunt unquam fatis expurgare cicutae,

hofti

Iratus pariter, jejunis dentibus acer,
Praefidium regale loco dejecit, ut aiunt,
Summe munito, et multarum divite rerum.
Clarus ob id factum, donis ornatur honestis,
Accipit et bis dena fuper feftertia nummềm.
Forte fub hoc tempus caftellum evertere praetor
Nefcio quod cupiens, hortari coepit eundem [tem:
Verbis, quae timido quoque poffent addere men-
1, bone, quo virtus tua te vocat: i pede faufto,
Grandia laturus meritorum praenia: quid ftas?
Poft haec ille catus, quantumvis rufticus, “Ibit,
"Ibit eo, quo vis, qui zonam perdidit, inquit."

Romae nutriri mihi contigit atque doceri,

Ni melius dormire putem, quam fcribere verfus? (g) Singula de nobis anni praedantur euntes; Eripuere jocos, venerem, convivia, ludum; Tendunt extorquere poemata. quid faciam vis? (b) Denique non omnes eadem mirantur amane

que.

Carmine tu gaudes: hic delectatur iambis;
Ille Bioneis fermonibus, et fale nigro.
Tres mihi convivae prope diffentire videntur,
Pofcentes vario multum diverfa palato. [alter:
Quid dem? quid non dem? renuis quod tu, jubet
Quod petis, id fane eft invifum acidun.que duobus.
(i) Praeter caetera me Romae ne poemata cen-

fc

Who there his mufe, or felf, or foul attends,
In crowds, and courts, law, bufinefs, feafts, and
friends?

My counsel fends to execute a deed:
A poet begs me I will hear him read:

In Palace-yard at nine you'll find me there

At ten, for certain, Sir, in Bloomsbury-square--
Before the Lords at twelve my caufe comes on-
There's a rehearsal, Sir, exact at one—
"Oh but a wit can ftudy in the ftreets,
"And raise his mind above the mob he meets."
Not quite fo well however as one ought;
A hackney-coach may chance to spoil a thought;
And then a nodding beam, or pig of lead,
God knows, may hurt the very ableft head.
Have you not feen, at Guildhall's narrow pass,
Two Aldermen difpute it with an afs?
And peers give way, exalted as they are,
Ev'n to their own f-r-v-nce in a car?

(*) Go, lofty poet! and in fuch a crowd,
Sing thy fonorous verfe-but not aloud.
Alas! to grottoes and to groves we run,
To eafe and filence, every mufe's fon :
Blackmore himself, for any grand effort,
Would drink and doze at Tooting or Earl's Court.
How shall I rhyme in this eternal roar?

How match the bards whomno ne e'er match'd before?

(1) The man, who, ftretch'd in Ifis' calm re-
treat,

To books and ftudy gives seven years complete,
Sec, ftrow'd with learned duft, his nightcap on,
He walks, an object new beneath the fun!
The boys flock round him, and the people stare :'
So ftiff, fo mute! fome ftatue you would fwear,
Stepp'd from its pedeftal to take the air!

Scribere poffe, inter tot curas totque labores? Hic fponfum vocat, hic auditum fcripta, relictis Omnibus officiis: cubat hic in colle Quirini, Hic extremo in Aventino; vifendus uterque. Intervalla vides humane commoda. "Verum "Purae funt platea, nihil ut meditantibus obftet."

Feftinat calidus mulis gerulifque redemtor :

And here, while town, and court, and city roars;
With mobs, and duns, and foldiers, at their doors,
Shall I, in London, act this idle part?
Compofing fongs, for fools to get by heart?

(m) The temple late two brother fergeants faw, Who deem'd each other oracles of law! With equal talents, thefe congenial fouls,

One lull'd th' Exchequer, and one stunn'd the rolls;

Each had a gravity would make you split,
And fhook his head at Murray, as a wit.
'Twas, "Sir, your law" and " Sir, your elo-
"quence,"
[fenfe."
"Yours, Cowper's manner—and yours, Talbot's
(2) Thus we difpofe of all poetic merit,
Yours Milton's genius, and mine Homer's spirit.
Call Tibbald Shakespeare, and he'll fwear the
Nine,

Dear Cibber! never match'd one ode of thine.
Lord! how we strut through Merlin's cave, to fee
No poets there, but Stephen, you, and me.
Walk with refpect behind, while we at ease
Weave laurel crowns, and take what names we
please.

"My dear Tibullus!" if that will not do,
"Let me be Horace, and be Ovid you!
"Or, I'm content, allow me Dryden's ftrains,
“And you fhall rife up Otway for your pains."
Much do I fuffer, much to keep in peace
This jealous, wafpifh, wrong-head, rhyming race;
And much must flatter, if the whim fhould bite
To court applaufe by printing what I write :
But let the fit pafs o'er, I'm wife enough
To flop my ears to their confounded fluff.

() in vain, bad rhymers all mankind reject, They treat themfelves with most profound refpe&; 'Tis to fmall purpefe that you hold your tongue, Each prais'd within, is happy all day long:

(m) Frater erat Romae confulti rhetor; ut alter Alterius fermone meros audiret honores: Gracchus ut hic illi foret, huic ut Mucius ille. Qui minus argutos vexat furor ifte poetas? (7) Carmina compeno, hic elegos; mirabile vifu, Caelatumque novem Mufis opus. afpice primum, Quanto cum fafu, quanto molimine circum

Torquet nunc lapidem, nunc ingens machina tig- fpectemus vacuam Romanis vatibus aedem.

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Mox etiam (fi forte vacas) fequere, et procul audi,
Quid ferat, et quare fibi nectat uterque coronam.
Caedimar, et totidem plagis confumimus hoftem,
Lento Samnites ad lumina prima duello.
Difcedo Alcaeus puncto illius; ille meo quis?
Quis, nifi Callimachus? fi plus adpofcere vifus:
Fit Mimnermus, et optivo cognomine crefcit.
Multa fero, ut placem genus irritabile vatum,
Cum fcribo, et fupplex populi fuffragia capto:
Idem, finitis ftudiis, et mente recepta,
Obturem patulas impune legentibus aures.

() Ridentur mala qui componunt carmina:

verum

Gaudet fcribentes, et fe venerantur, et ultro,
Si taceas, laudant; quidquid fcripfere, beati.
At qui legitimum cupiet feciffe poema,
Cum tabulis animum cenforis fumet honefti:

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