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Before the Radiant Sun, a Glimmering Lamp;
Adult'rate Mettals to the Sterling Stamp,
Appear not meaner, than mere humane Lines,
Compar'd with those whose Inspiration shines;
These, Nerucus, bold; those Languid, and remiss;
There, cold salutes, But here, a Lovers kiss.
Thus have I seen a Rapid, headlong Tide,
With foaming Waves the Passive Soan Divide
Whose Lazy Waters without Motion lay
While he, with eager force, urg'd his Impetuous way.

$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$ The Priviledge that Ancient Poets claim
Now turn'd to License by too just a Name;
Belongs to none but an Establisht Fame,
Which scorns to Take it —————
Absur'd Expressions, crude, Abortive Thoughts,
All the lewd Legion of Exploded fau'ts,

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