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? 4th ode of 2d book of Horace

   By Lord Townshend address'd to lt Andrews late

?ort of Trinity College Dublin Blest not, dear Andrew, nor disclaim Passion for a matchless dame. Who kindles in all hearts a flame

  By Beauty's magic force:

But though o're Dollys lovely head [su]mmers twice ten are scarcely fled it on account descreet she must refuse of course? ?hn, coeval with thy sire

with a blooming maid aspire

?d felt or feigned a lovers fire at seventy three or more; ?h who in Churchills Battles bled ?k a young virgin to his Bed, horrid dreams disturbed his head Though tottering at fourscore.

?trepid Lucas lame and old ?reft of Eyesight, health and gold a green Girl his passion told and clasped the youthful bride; ? prithee quiet this face of care ?t not your Looks presage despair, ? jovial, brisk and debonnaire,

     My Life you've not denied!

?or think my friend, because I praise ?er Breasts that gently fall & raise, ?r autumn hair, her radiant Eyes I envy your espousals:

No Rival passion fires my breast, Long since now amorous pains at rest; Nay more -- to prove what Ive professt Ill -- carry your proposals!