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TO THE
HONOURABLE
Edward Howard Esq.
Upon his Poem of the Brittish Princes.
Though time o'r greatest actions hath its reign,
What this destroyes, yet you restore again:
And by the pleasing Talent of your Pen,
Revive that worth which was so famous then.
So, whil'st we fondly charg'd on guilty Fate,
Those ravisht Glories, which on time did waite,
We see twas fit; none, but your Muse should give
Our Brittish Heroes Monuments to live.
What this destroyes, yet you restore again:
And by the pleasing Talent of your Pen,
Revive that worth which was so famous then.
So, whil'st we fondly charg'd on guilty Fate,
Those ravisht Glories, which on time did waite,
We see twas fit; none, but your Muse should give
Our Brittish Heroes Monuments to live.
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