The Distracted State A Tragedy |
To my most Deserving Friend I. T. Vpon his Play, The Distracted State.
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To my most Deserving Friend I. T. Vpon his Play, The Distracted State.
VVhen I that sweet Elixar of thy linesTasted, and found within those golden Mines
That rare refin'd delight, in which 'tis sin
Not to be lost or catch'd in fancies gin,
I did thy worth so cleer a Victor see
The Lawrell could be due to none but thee.
I cannot offer Hecatombs of praise,
Nor Altars to thy lofty fancy raise;
This well meant Tribute I can only pay;
Wit's high Meridian glorifies thy Play.
G. Lynn.
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