Let other Poets, in untuneful Verse,
Or Delia's, or Lardella's Charms rehearse;
Let Songs and Sonnets be their humble Choice,
Let them conform their Subjects be to their Voice.
But your refin'd, your more extended Thought
(With, Judgment, Wit, Experience, Learning fraught)
Pursues a Loftier, Theam, a Nobler Height,
And Fathoms all the Secrets of the State;
Displays the Wily Arts of Human-Kind,
How Faction sowrs the Blood, and gnaws upon the Mind.
Strong and Majestick does your Stile appear,
Your Notions weighty, your Reflections clear.
With nicest Art, you turn each Polish'd Line,
To make your Darling Celsus in full Lustre shine.
But oh! In what a moving Strain you Mourn
O're the belov'd Marcellus sacred Urn,
Ming-
