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To the Reader of the following Poem.
Favour I shall not hawk to gain;The Quarry is already ta'n.
For all that can be done or said,
I largely am before-hand paid.
The Fœtus thus is paid i'th' Womb
For all its Services to come.
My Duty then thou should'st not blame,
Nor that this Smoak attests my Flame.
Enthusiasts cannot Pleasures own,
Untill they make their Visions known.
St. Paul himself was not content
Till he had publish'd where he went.
Heav'ns glory to the World appears,
Printed in golden Characters.
This Subject ought to have been writ
From such a shining Alphabet
The Pen made of a pointed Ray,
Shook from the golden Wing of Day.
Yet shining Works upon dark ground
Will more apparently be found:
Eclipses so make Gazers run
To look upon the darkned Sun;
And yet behind the Cloud he's bright,
Ne're lessen'd in his proper Light.
However I the Story tell,
Since pleas'd I have, I have done well.
An Architect should chiefly try
To please the Owner's Mind and Eye,
But others only by the Bye.
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I'll cherish what I do not want.
It 'mongst my precious Stores I'll lay
For Refuge in a stormy day.
A Cloak in Summer is not vain,
Since Sun-shine days may end in Rain.
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