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TO HIS FRIEND THE AVTHOVR, IN DEFENCE OF HIS Heroick Poem.

What wilt thou answer, Poet, for this wrong,
To make a King thy Subject and thy Song;
A King, whose Fame and long-liv'd actions scarce
Can be contain'd in measure of a verse?
O inconsiderate Muse! Of him is't fit
That every budget brain and common wit
Should write a farthing Pamphlet? Every one
At's death can have a verse in brasse and stone.
Thus will censorious Criticks talk, and those
That th' Empire claim of Poetrie and Prose.
Yet care not. Once GUSTAVUS was a scoffe,
And Tinker call'd; at last came bravely off:
He clipt the Eagles wings, and took from thence
A quill for thee, Fabritius: art thou since
Silent? Go, take thy pen, grave Doctour, write:
Thy Muse methinks this Poem might excite.
J. Pullen, Fellow of Magd. Coll.