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Epig. 18. To my Friend Mr. E. R.

Friend, thou art farr above me, and do'st slight
Poetick Lays, wherein fond I delight:
For thou, whil'st I do Poems scrible, tak'st
Thy seat in Bacchus Temple, where thou mak'st
Lyæus flow, and quaff'st a health to those,
Who love (like thee) to drink and pledge in prose:
Yet at thy call the Muses come, tis strange,
That when thou wilt, thou canst thy liquor chang,
Aand tipple Aganippe, I must learn
Thy Art, but first would thy great gaine discern.