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GEORGE, LORD LANSDOWN.
So Dryden, not contented with the fame
Of his own works, though an immortal name!
To lands remote sends forth his learned muse
The noblest seeds of foreign wit to choose;
Feasting our sense so many various ways;
Say, is ’t thy bounty or thy thirst of praise,
That by comparing others, all might see
Who most excell’d are yet excell’d by thee?”]