Occasions Off-spring Or Poems upon Severall Occasions: By Mathew Stevenson |
To the inimitable Poet, My honourd friend, The AUTHOR.
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To the inimitable Poet, My honourd friend, The AUTHOR.
But must I pen thy prayse my noble friendThat were a task would never have an end.
Ide have thy golden Poems writ in Gold
Thy names great title in fames list enrold.
Virgill no more shall Prince of Poets be
But thou; Hee's but a petty Prince to thee.
Ile to the grove where freshest Laureats grow
And plat a wreath my self to crown thy brow.
H. A.
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