Horace in useful numbers should be fung, And Virgil's thoughts adorn the British tongue; And at her door in melting notes complain; And charm the lift'ning ear with tales of love. From whence ftill fresh revolving pleasures flow. Where Buckingham will condefcend to give, Like Like Maro's mufe he takes a loftier flight, And towres beyond the wond'ring Cupid's fight. If thou wouldst have thy volume stand the teft, And of all others be reputed beft, Let Congreve teach the lift'ning groves to mourn, Let Prior's mufe with foft'ning accents move, With Chaucer's humour, and with Spencer's ftrains. On Addifon's fweet lays attention waits, And Homer's Iliad Thines in his Campaign. Whenever Garth fhall raife his fprightly fong, Senfe flows in eafie numbers from his tongue; K 3 Great Great Phoebus in his learned fon we fee, Alike in phyfic, as in poetry. When Pope's harmonious mufe with pleasure roves, Amidft the plains, the murm'ring ftreams, and groves, Attentive echo pleas'd to hear his fongs, 'Thro' the glad fhade each warbling note prolongs; From thefe fuccefsful bards collect thy ftrains, Than Pirate Hill's brown fheets, and fcurvy letter; VERSES defign'd to be prefix'd to Mr. LINTOTT's Mifcellany. S OME Colineus praife, fome Bleau Others account them but fo, fo; Some Stephens to the reft prefer, And fome efteem old Elzevir : Others with Aldus would befot us; I, for my part, admire Lintottus. Those printed unknown tongues, 'tis faid, What Lintott offers to your hand, Even R- may understand: They print their names in letters small, But LINTOTT ftands in Capital; Author and he with equal grace Appear, and stare you in the face. A page is blotted, or leaf wanting; |