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EPILOGUE

TO THE

SA TIRES,

In Two DIALOGUE S.

Written in MDCCXXXVIII.

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O Sacred Weapon left for Truiho Defence) Fole

Dread Poliy yice and Ingoloncel To aút but straven directed Hands denied The Musr mai, mive thee but the Gods must quit.

2. te ihi, Jaiona

EPILOGUE

TO THE

S A TIRE S.

Written in MDCCXXXVIII.

DIALOGUE I.

N

FR.

OT twice a twelve-month you appear

in Print,
And when it comes, the Court fee nothing in't.
You grow correct, that once with Rapture writ,
And are, besides, too moral for a Wit.

а

VARIATION S.
After ver, 2. in the MS.

You don't, I hope, pretend to quit the trade,
Because you think your reputation made :
Like good ** of whom so much was said,
That when his name was up, he lay a-bed.
Come, come, refresh us with a livelier song,

Or like ** you'll lie a-bed too long. VIR, 1. Not twice a twelve-montb etc.] These two lines are from Horace; and the only lines that are so in the whole Poem; being meant to give a handle to that which follows in the character of an impertinent Censurer,

'Tis all from Horace; etc. P.

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