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To the Author.

Thine Alpha-Bet did Non-plus Momus Rage,
He's quite struck dumb by this profounder page.
Thy Fancy is Divine indeed: by Wit
Each Leaf is Seal'd and Sign'd by Holy Writ.
For Helicon thou Bath'st in Sions Spring;
And not of Gods, but th' onely God dost Sing.
Loose are some Poems, though their Feet be ty'd:
Thine's Cannon-proof, and more severely Try'd.
My Muse but Homely Threads of praise can Spin,
Yet wither'd Bushes shew there's Wine within.
Robert Carrell.