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Boileau's Lutrin.
Volumes aloft, a Leathern Tempest, Fly;
And Clouds of rising Dust involve the Sky.
They Bruise for Bruise Exchange, and Wound for Wound,
And Heaps of Books and Bodies raise the level Ground.
Here Tuneful Waller on the Pavement lay,
And near him Quarles once more beheld the Day:
Here Aristotle Flew, Descartes There;
The Heroes met, and [1]Jostl'd in Mid-Air.
Numberless Books appear'd this mighty Hour,
Which scarce were seen, or ever known before.
Here Parthenissa and Cassandra flew;
Romantic Weight did Real Strength subdue.
John Dunton too was seen, A wondrous Sight!
To Dust retir'd, Revisiting the Light:
And Towring the [2]Dead Author took his Flight.
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