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LXVI

"Come, dwell with us! true Son of Virtue, come!

"But if, alas! we cannot Thee persuade,
"To lie content beneath our peaceful Dome,
"Ne ever more to quit our quiet Glade;
"Yet when at last thy Toils, but ill apaid,
"Shall dead thy Fire, and damp its Heavenly Spark,
"Thou wilt be glad to seek the Rural Shade,
"There to indulge the Muse, and Nature mark:
"We then a Lodge for Thee will rear in Hagley-Park."

LXVII

Here whilom ligg'd th' Esopus of the Age;

But call'd by Fame, in Soul ypricked deep,
A noble Pride restor'd him to the Stage,
And rous'd him like a Gyant from his Sleep.
Even from his Slumbers we Advantage reap:
With double Force th' astonish'd Scene he wakes,
Yet quits not Nature's Bounds. He knows to keep
Each due Decorum: Now the Heart he shakes,
And now with well-urg'd Sense th'enlighten'd Judgment takes.

LXVIII.