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Exposes borrow d brats to move compassion .

■) Tho' such my self vile hards I discommend,u\\ Nay more, tho’ gentle “Damon is my friend.

he#5. Is’t then a crime to write V' -if talents rare

arc! Proclaim the God, the crime is to forbear ;cm For some, tho' few, there are large-minded men,

Who watch unseen the labours of the pen,tat, Who know the muse’s worth, and therefore court,

Their deeds her theme, their bounty her support,isplr'a! Who serve, unask'd. , the leaf pretence to wit;

M My sole excuse, alas! for having writ.

is, Will H - 1 pardon, if I dare commend di-eururcusf-^

;edpr {H— --t, with zeal a patron, and a friend?

, A— - le true wit is studious to restore, jsrtsdv-

hi And D- 4 smiles, if Dhœbus smil’d before, Jonftt.

^ ]? -—^ in years the Iong-lov’d arts admires, fe^UrrlUj.

And Henrietta like a muse inspires.

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