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XLIX. To his Friend Thomas Stanley, Esq; on his Odes Set and Published by Mr. John Gamble .
Stanley the Darling of Apollo, thouThat mak'st at once both Verse and Musick too;
So sweet a Master of so sweet a Muse,
Whom not to name with honour, were t'abuse.
How thy words flow! How sweetly do they Chyme,
When thy pure Couplets do imbrace in Rhyme!
How quick, how lovely, and how full of Sence
Thy Fancy is, and all that springs from thence!
Which Gamble has enliv'ned by his Art,
And breath' an Active Soul through every part:
And so deduc'd thy Mind to us, that we
May feast our Ears and Souls with rarity.
How much to Thee, how much to Him we owe,
We can conceive, but cannot make you know;
Nor have we thanks proportion'd to your worth,
Thou that didst make, and He that set them forth,
In such a lively Dress too, We admire
What we cann't praise, what we cann't do, Desire;
And therefore turn our praises into prayers,
That Thou'lt make more such Odes, He more such Ayres.
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