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SONNET XV.

To the Honorable Charles Yorke.
Charles, whom thy Country's voice applauding calls
To Philip's honorably vacant seat;
With modest pride th' awakening summons meet,
And rise to glory in St. Stephen's walls;
Nor mean the honor, which thy Youth befalls,
Thus early clam'd from thy lov'd learn'd retreat,
To guard those sacred Rights, which elevate
Britain's free sons above their neighbor thralls:
Let Britain, let admiring Europe see
In those bright Parts, which yet too close confin'd
Shine in the circle of thy friends alone,
How sharp the spur of worthy Ancestry,
When kindred Virtues fire the generous mind
Of Somers' Nephew, and of Hardwicke's Son.