 | The Poems of Ambrose Philips |  |
At Hampton while He breathes untainted Air,
And seems to Vulgar Eyes devoid of Care;
The British Muses to the Grove will press,
Tune their melodious Harps, and claim Access:
But let Them not too rashly touch the Strings;
For Fate allows no Solitude to kings.
And seems to Vulgar Eyes devoid of Care;
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Tune their melodious Harps, and claim Access:
But let Them not too rashly touch the Strings;
For Fate allows no Solitude to kings.
| The Poems of Ambrose Philips | |