Amaze th' unlearn'd, and make the The reader's threaten'd (not in vain) with

In words, as fashions, the same rule will Leave such to tune their own dull rhymes,

Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury Enlights the present, and shall warm the

The pow'r of Music all our hearts allow, Some ne'er advance a Judgment of their And what Timotheus was, is DRYDEN

Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think Nay, should great Homer lift his awful

Once School-divines this zealous isle o'er

us so.

spread;

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head,

Zoilus again would start up from the dead.

Who knew most Sentences,' was deepest Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue;

read;

Our sons their fathers' failing language Tho' triumphs were to gen'rals only due,