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His Noon-tide Gibes, his Evening Tales repeat,
And clofe each Stanza with ſome quaint Conceit.
Then in Pindarick Lines, of diff' rent Length,
Employ thy Genius, and exert thy Strength,
To ſing his reſtleſs Labours in the State;
His Speeches, and his Politicks, relate.

Theſe Works compleated, if thy Leiſure Time
Permit thy humble Thoughts to dwell on Rhime,
A Dormant Verſe for Ormond next prepare,
And ſtore ſome choſen Couplets up for Mar:             
For who can tell but enterpriſing Spain
May bring the hopeleſs Fugitives again;
And the Wiſe Poet's Merit is, you know,
To nick the Time, and watch the Winds that blow.
Thus wakeful Cats ſurprize unwary Mice;
Thus Men take Trouts, by Tickling in a Trice.

LONDON, Printed for J. Roberts, in Warwick-Lane.

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