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Translated by the fame Hand.

VERVECUM in patria, quà latè Hibernica squaleng

Arva inarata, palus horrenda voragine crebrà
Ante oculos jacet; haud illic impune viator
Per tenebras iter inftituat; tremit undique tellus
Sub pedibus malefida, vapores undique denfos
Sudat humus, nebulifque amicitur triftibus herba.

Huc fato infelix fi quando agiteris iniquo,
Et tutò in medium liceat penetrare, videbis
Attonitus, nigrâ de nube emergere templum,
Templum ingens, immane, altum penetrale Stuporis.
Plumbea ftat turris, plumbum finuatur in arcus,
Et folido limofa tument fundamina plumbo.
Hanc, pia Materies, Divo ædem extruxit inerti,
Stultitiæ impulfu-quid enim? Lethargica femper
Sponte fuâ nihil aggreditur, dormitat in horas,
Et fine vi, nullo gaudet Dea languida motu..

Hic

IN Ireland's wild, uncultivated plains

Where torpid floth, and foggy dulnefs reigns,
Full many a fen infests the putrid shore,
And many a gulph the melancholy moor.
Let not the ftranger in thefe regions stray,
Dark is the sky, and perilous the way;
Beneath his foot-steps fhakes the trembling ground,
Denfe fogs and exhalations hover round,

And with black clouds the tender turf is crown'd.

Here fhou'd'ft thou rove, by Fate's fevere command, And fafely reach the center of the land;

Thine eyes fhall view, with horror and furprize,
The fane of Dulness, of enormous fize,
Emerging from the fable cloud arife.

A leaden tow'r upheaves it's heavy head,
Vaft leaden arches prefs the flimy bed,
The foft foil fwells beneath the load of lead..
Old Matter here erected his abode,

At Folly's impulfe, to the Slothful God.
And here the drone lethargic loves to fray,
Slumb'ring the dull, inactive hours away;
For fill, unless by foreign force impreft,
The languid Goddess holds her state of reft.

Hic ea monftra habitant, quæ olim fub luminis auras Materies peperit fomno patre, lividus ifte Zoilus, & Bavio non impar Mævius; audax Spinoza, & Pyrrho, cumque Hobbefio Epicurus. Aft omnes valeat quæ mufa referre? frequentes Ufque adeo videas Hebetes properare?—nec adfert Quidquam opis Anglorum doctæ vicina gentis. Sic quondam, ut perhibent, ftupuit Botica tellus Vicinâ licet Antycirà, nihil inde falutis, Nil tulit hellebori Zephyrus, cum fæpe per æquor Felicem ad Lesbon levibus volitaverit alis, Indigenæ mellita ferens fufpiria Flora.

Porticus illa vides? Gothicis fuffulta columnis, Templi aditus, quàm laxa patet! cuftodia qualis. Ante fores! quatuor formæ fua tollere miris Ora modis! en! torva tuens stat limine in ipfo Perfonam Logices induta Sophistica, denis Cincta Categoriis, matrem quæ maxima natu Filia materiem agnofcit-quantum inftar in ipfâ eft!

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