By the loud Trumpet, which our Courage aids,
We learn that sound, as well as sence, persuades,
The Muse's friend, unto himself severe,
With silent pitty looks on all that Err,
But where a brave, a publick Action shines
That he rewards with his Immortal Lines;
Whether it be in Counsel or in Fight,
His Countrey's Honour is his chief delight;
Praise of great Acts, he scatters as a seed,
Which may the like, in coming Ages breed:
Here taught the sate of Verses, always priz'd
With admiration, or as much despis'd,
Men will be less indulgent to their fauts
And patience have to cultivate their thoughts;
Poets lose half the praise they should have got,
Could it be known, what they discreetly blot
Finding new words, that to the ravish't Ear
May like the Language of the Gods appear,
We learn that sound, as well as sence, persuades,
The Muse's friend, unto himself severe,
With silent pitty looks on all that Err,
But where a brave, a publick Action shines
That he rewards with his Immortal Lines;
Whether it be in Counsel or in Fight,
His Countrey's Honour is his chief delight;
Praise of great Acts, he scatters as a seed,
Which may the like, in coming Ages breed:
Here taught the sate of Verses, always priz'd
With admiration, or as much despis'd,
Men will be less indulgent to their fauts
And patience have to cultivate their thoughts;
Poets lose half the praise they should have got,
Could it be known, what they discreetly blot
Finding new words, that to the ravish't Ear
May like the Language of the Gods appear,
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