Printed for BERNARD LINTOT, at the Cross-Keys between the Temple Gates in Fleet-ftreet.
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UCH were the Notes, thy once-lov'd Poet fung, "Till Death untimely stop'd his tuneful Tongue, O just beheld, and lost! admir'd, and mourn'd I With softeft Manners, gentlest Arts, adorn'd!