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How long, great poet, shall thy sacred lays
Damp thy poetic heat, and quench thy rage?
Grief chill'd his breast, and check'd his rising thought;
Prevailing warmth has still thy mind possest,
Now Ovid boasts th' advantage of thy song,
Thy charming verse, and fair translations, show
Have liv'd a second life, and different nature's try'd.
MAG. COLL. OXON,
June 2, 1693.
The Author's age 22.