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Horace in London

Consisting of imitations of the first two books of the odes of Horace. By the authors of the rejected addresses, or the new theatrum poetarum [Horace and James Smith]

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ODE V. THE UNFLEDGED MUSE.
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ODE V. THE UNFLEDGED MUSE.

Nondum sub actâ ferre jugum valet.

Your Muse is too young for the trade,
Forbear the poor soul to caress:
The tender, the delicate maid
Will die with the weight of the press.
Still let her on Pegasus stray,
But pace, in a canter at most,
The meads of La Belle Assemblée,
The Ladies' Museum and Post.
To critical batteries blind,
How many a volunteer muse,
Her magazines leaving behind,
Has met with her death in reviews.

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Then weigh well the pros and the cons,
Shew nought of the goose but its quill;
Get tribute from critical dons,
And then touch the Spanish at will.
Then gallop, or canter, or trot,
Your muse will the labour endure:
Fight cap-a-pied heroes with Scott,
Woo sensitive beauty with Moore;
Then rhyming, or prosing, or soft,
Or rugged, your thoughts you may blab;
Write egotist essays with Loft,
Or workhouse heroics with Crabbe.
While booksellers kindle your urn,
And puff your funereal fires,
Your flame shall continue to burn,
Long after your fuel expires.