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BROOME.
409
I should not have expected to find an imitator:
But thou, O Muse, whose sweet Nepenthean tongue
Can charm the pangs of death with deathless song;
Canst stinging plagues with easy thoughts beguile,
Make pains and tortures objects of a smile.
To detect his imitations were tedious and useless. What he takes he seldom makes worse; and he cannot be justly thought a mean man whom Pope chose for an associate, and whose co-operation was considered by Pope’s enemies as so important, that he was attacked by Henley with this ludicrous distich:
END OF THE THIRD VOLUME.
