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 Yet, wise reformers of our cloudless days,
I crave your pardon, while I court your praise.
The eye, unveil'd at once to floods of light,
Demands some time to clear the dazzled sight.
Bred in the ancient faith, my heart still feels
Some rev'rence for the creed your zeal repeals.

 A much lov'd Tutor taught my youth the page,
Which sings the fierceness of Achilles' rage^[1];

fewest words, to the poetical student, I should say, reverse the ancient maxims, as in the present instance.

. . . . neque te ut miretur turba, labores
Contentus paucis lectoribus . . . . .
Plotius et Varius, Mæcenas, &c.
Hor, lib. i, sat. x, ad fin. 


1. Exactly the same system of education, it will be observed, as prevailed in ancient times, and calculated to instil the same prejudices.
   Romæ nutriri mihi contigit atque doceri,