SONNET XLV.

To the Right Honorable Mr. ONSLOW, with the
Collection of SONNETS.

T

HOU, who fucceffive in that honor'd Seat
Prefid'ft, the feuds of jarring Chiefs to
'fwage,

To check the boisterous force of Party rage,
Raife modeft worth, and guide the high debate ;

Sometimes retiring from the toils of State,

Thou turn'ft th' inftructive Greek or Roman

page,

Or what our British Bards of later age

In scarce inferior numbers can relate :

Amid this feaft of mind, when "Fancie's Child,”
Sweet Shakespear, raps the Soul to virtuous deed,

When Spenfer warbling tunes his Doric lays,

Or the first Man from Paradise exil'd

Great Milton fings; can aught my ruftic reed
Presume to found, that may deserve thy praise?

OF THE

PASSAGES in Mr. WARBURTON'S Edition
of SHAKESPEAR, remarked upon in this
Volume.