Who over all the Western Isles shall reign,
Both aw the Continent, and rule the Main.
It is Your Place to wait upon her Name
Thro the vast regions of Eternal fame.
Both aw the Continent, and rule the Main.
It is Your Place to wait upon her Name
Thro the vast regions of Eternal fame.
True Poets souls to Princes are ally'd,
And the Worlds Empire with its Kings divide.
Heaven trusts the present time to Monarchs care,
Eternity is the Good Writers share.
And the Worlds Empire with its Kings divide.
Heaven trusts the present time to Monarchs care,
Eternity is the Good Writers share.
To the
Earl of Roscomon, on his Excellent Essay
on Translated Verse.
WHile Satyr pleas'd and nothing else was writ
But pure ill nature pass'd for noblest Wit.
Some priviledg'd Climes the poysonous weeds refuse:
But when a generous understanding Muse
Does richer fruits from happier Soils Translate,
W' are sent to Ireland, by reverse of fate.
Yet you, I know with Plato would disdain
To write and equal the Mæonian strain;
But pure ill nature pass'd for noblest Wit.
Some priviledg'd Climes the poysonous weeds refuse:
But when a generous understanding Muse
Does richer fruits from happier Soils Translate,
W' are sent to Ireland, by reverse of fate.
Yet you, I know with Plato would disdain
To write and equal the Mæonian strain;
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