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To Mr. HILL, on his Verses to the Dutchess of YORK, when she was at Cambridge.

What fitter Subject could be for thy Wit?
What Wit for Subject could there be more fit
Than thine for this, by which thou'st nobly shew'd
Thy Soul with Loyal Sentiments endew'd?
Not only so, but prov'd thy self to be
Mirrour of what her Highness came to see:
VVho having seen the Schools of Art, the best
She found concenter'd in thy matchless Breast;
And doubtless when she saw the eager joys
Of Ears no less ambitious than their Eyes,
She did conclude their coming was not there
To see her only, but thy Wit to hear:
Thine whose ascent shall learned Cambridge grace,
And shew it's no such foggy level place
As most affirm; for now the VVorld shall know
That

Wood. Author of another Speech

Woods and Hills of wit in Cambridge grow,
VVhose lofty tops such pleasing Umbrage make,
As may induce the Gallants to forsake
Their dear-lov'd Town, to gather in this place
Some witticisms of a better race,
Than what proceed from swearing Criticks, who
Kick Tavern Boys, and Orange-Wenches wooe,
Are Machavillians in a Coffee-house,
And think it wit a poor Street-Whore to chouse;
And for their Father Hobbs will talk so high,
Rather than him they will their God deny:
And lest their wit should want a surer proof,
They boast of crimes they ne're were guilty of.
Thus hellish cunning drest in Masquerade
Of Wit's disguise, so many have betray'd,
And made them Bondslaves, who at first did fly
Thither Wit's famine only to supply.
But now I hope they'll find the task too great,
And think at last of making a retreat:
Since here's a Pisgah-Hill whereon to stand
To take a prospect of Wit's holy Land,
Flowing with Milk of Christian innocence,
And Honey of Cic'ronian Eloquence.