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To Mr. Sheppard on His Epigrams.

No matter! let the dunghill-wits crow on,
And bathe their Beaks in putrifaction:
Joves harness-bearing-bird finds better prey,
Flying alone, the Magpy, and the Jay,
Not worth the meanest of his mœniall train:
Thou hast discovered (friend) so rich a veine
Of wit, and learning, that the pit-pat frie,
Will (with Minervas bird (sure) feare to fly
By day, but linger till their wits are ripe,
Dreading the danger of thy powerfull gripe.
Thou hast redeem'd the age, (leprous with Schisme)
And taught the world to perfect Barbarism:
We are not yet reduc'd; but that we yet
Are Masters of Minervas Carkanet:
And our perdition may (perhaps) protract,
Maugre this most portentuous Cataract,
Which threatens Earth and Heaven; untill now,
Daphne hath dwelt upon quaint Martials brow.


No more the Nymph will with his dust remaine,
But make her mansion in thy vigorous brain.
For what the son of THIA made such sute,
She (like a THAIS) loves to prostitute
To thee, (which if we truly scan, 'twill follow)
Thou art HYPERIONS Son, the true APOLLO.
Arthur Estwich.