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Not like old Adam stinted in his Choice,
But Lord of all the spacious Paradise.

Those Foes to Virtue, Fortune, and Mankind,
Favouring his Fame, once to do Justice join’d;
No carping Critick interrupts his Praise,
No Rival strives, but for a second Place:
No Want constrain’d, the Writer’s usual Fate,
A Poet, with a plentiful Estate;
The first of Mortals, who before the Tomb
Struck that pernicious Monster, Envy, dumb;
Malice and Pride, those Savages, disarm’d;
Not Orpheus with such pow’rful Magick charm’d.
Scarce in the Grave can we allow him more
Than, Living, we agreed to give before.

His noble Muse employ’d her gen’rous Rage$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
In crowning Virtue, scorning to engage
The Vice and Follies of an impious Age:
No Satyr lurks within this Hallow’d Ground,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
But Nymphs and Heroin’s, Kings and Gods abound,
Glory, and Arms, and Loves, is all the Sound:
His Eden with no Serpent is defil’d,
But all is gay, delicious all, and mild.

Mistaken Men his Muse of Flatt’ry blame,
Adorning twice an impious Tyrant’s Name:

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