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SONNET VII.

To the Honorable Philip Yorke.
O Yorke, whom Virtue makes the worthy heir
Of Hardwicke's titles, and of Kent's estate;
Blest in a Wife, whose beauty, though so rare,
Is the lest Grace of all that round her wait;
While other Youths, sprung from the Good and Great;
In devious paths of pleasure seek their bane,
Reckless of wisdom's lore, of birth or state,
Meanly debauch'd, or insolently vain;
Through Virtue's sacred gate, to Honor's fane
You and your fair Associate ceaseless climb,
With glorious emulation; sure to gain
A meed, shall last beyond the reign of Time:
From your example long may Britain see,
Degenerate Britain, what the Great should be!