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Iafttibed to the Weserye
In imitation of Horace, lib. I. ade 28
CAY, deareft Villiers, poor departed friend,
(Since fleeting life thus suddecis d e ) Say, what did all thy busy bopes 272, That anxious thor from pole to pole de 62, Ere on thy chin the springing beard began To spread a doubtful down and procite 3) What profited thy thoughts, and toiks, zet cazes, In vigour more confirm'd and riper year, To wake ere morning-daws to load alars, And march till clofe of sight in beary 2010 To scorn the fummer's funs and winter's SOTE, And search thro' ev'ry clime tbs centros? That thou might'f Fortse to thy fade esta That gentle Peace might quel Becma's rar, And Anna's bounty crown ba s dier's easy 297?
In vain we think that free- h ou: 36 To haften or protrzet the appointed bor. Our term of life depends not on our det: Before our birth our fur'rals decond Nor aw'd by forefight, sor ed 57 on Imperious Death direits es eben lanes, Itao, Peoples great Henry's tocbs, and ads sy Haisa's
Alike muft ev'ry fraze add er sy age Sustain the universal tyrant's rag, Por neither William's portar Mary's dirms 25 Could or repel or pacity is arms. Young Churchill fell as life begas o bien, And Bradfasi's trembesg agt neste somb,
Written in Imitation of Spenfer's Style.