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The Preface.
And again,
In her full Flight, and when she shou'd be curb'd.
Soon after,
Use is the Judge, the Law, and Rule of Speech.
And by and by,
We weep and laugh, as we see others do,
He only makes me fad who shews the way:
But if you act them ill, I sleep or laugh.
He only makes me fad who shews the way:
But if you act them ill, I sleep or laugh.
The next I shall mention is my Lord Orrery, who, as Mr. Anthony Wood says, was a great Poet, Statesman, Soldier, and great every thing which merits the Name of Great and Good. In his Poem to Mrs. Philips, he writes thus;
For they imperfect Trophies to you raise,
You deserve Wonder, and they pay but Praise;
A Praise which is as short of your great due,
As all which yet have writ come short of you.
You deserve Wonder, and they pay but Praise;
A Praise which is as short of your great due,
As all which yet have writ come short of you.
Again,
In Pictures none hereafter will delight,
You draw more to the Life in black and white;
The Pencil to your Pen must yield the Place,
This draws the Soul, where that draws but the Face.
You draw more to the Life in black and white;
The Pencil to your Pen must yield the Place,
This draws the Soul, where that draws but the Face.
But having thank'd these noble Lords for their Suffrage, we will proceed to some other Witnesses of Quality: And first I beg leave to appeal to my Lord Duke of Buckinghamshire, in his Translation of The Temple of Death;
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