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To his dear Brother, the Author.

I gratulate, Sir, that we see so soon,
While we but for a Morning look'd, your Noon.
We (could not yet believe that right-way;
And see! Thou do'st awake into full Day.
Nor have I ought to vouch thy Beams) begun,
But Gnats have leave to play within the Sun:
And though thy Worth not needs that we stand by,
We may, however, with our Votes comply;
And speak what all must do: that thou hast writ
Scenes that have in them, Spirit, Judgment, Wit;
Who from thy Pen shall reade Irene's Fate
Will think her now not so unfortunate.
Let others to their merit speak thee high,
I, but a Tribute, bring of Piety.