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To my FRIEND, Mr. E. E. on his Divine Poems.

Rare must the Chymick Art of thy Muse be,
To distill Humour into Poesie.
The clear streams of thy Hypocrene o're-flow
Those wholsome Plants that in blest Eden grow.
Thy zealous Muse does Lustful Heats defie,
Warm'd by the Sun beams of Divinity.
To speak thy praise at large, Ile silent be,
For praise in thought befits thy Modestie.
W. Williams, Esq.