The matcliless lust of a fair poesy.
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hich erst was buried in old Rome*s decays.Now *gins with heat of rising majesty. Her dust- wrapt head from rotten tomb to raise,And with fresh splendour gilds her fearless crest.Rearing her palace iu our poet's breast. The wanton Ovid, whose enticing rimes Have \i'iih attractive wonder torc*d attention.No mure shall be admir'd at ; for these times l^roduce a poet, whose more rare inventionWill tear the love-sick myrtle from his brows,T' adorn his temples with deserved boughs. The strongest marble fears the smallest rain -,
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