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    Horace Lib 4.66.9. Neforte credastinterictura, qua
    Longe sonantem natus ad Aufidurn St
           Addressd to Ld Mansfield

Mr Hall

    Tho born in an ungenial clime
         Where _____ brawls, his tribute pays,
    'Tis possible, My Ld for time
         To fancy these uncommon Lays;

If Shakespear every muse inspire

     Sole sovereign of the tuneful throng

Praise is still due to Cowley's lyre

    And Grays sweet melancholy song.

Prior shall live with laughing Eye

    Among the vivid sons of fame

Maids ever weep, and widows sigh

   And burn with Eloisa's flame.  [in margin]   [Pope]

Not Sparta's queen alone has tripp'd

   Charm'd with fine breeding & fine cloaths

Other fair princesses have slip'd

   And troubled the whole worlds repose.

Teucer is not the only prince

   famous for shooting the long bow

Troy has been lost before and since

  By cunning with a Patriot slew.

Heroes have bled as well as Hector

   Both for their Minions and chaste wives;

Else, how had Cromwell been Protector

   Or Charles or Edward lost their lives?

[in margin, sideways] Pitts, with the same aspiring mind

   In dark oblivion have gone down;

But they had not luck to find

   Churchills to hand them reason.

Worth undistinguish'd by applause

   But equals sloth; nor shall the Cheif

In livid silence guard our laws

  Forgotten like a mouldy Breif.