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With large additions of several other poems: being an exact collection of all hitherto extant. Never before published together. The author R. Wild

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Mr. Nathan Wanley to Dr. Wild, who was laid aside for Nonconformity.
  
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Mr. Nathan Wanley to Dr. Wild, who was laid aside for Nonconformity.

So the bright Taper useless burns
To private and recluded Urns.
So Pearls themselves to shels confine,
And Gems in the Seas bottom shine,
As thou my WILD while thou dost lye
Huddled up in thy privacy,
And only now and then dost send
A Letter to thy private Friend;
Take once again thy Lyre, and so
Let thy selected Numbers flow,
As when thy solemn Muse did prove
To sing the Funeral of Love;
Or, as when with the Trump of fame
Thou didst sound forth great George's name,
In such a strain, as might it be,
Did speak thy self as great as he.
For while great Cowley seeks the shade,
And Denham's noble Wit's mislaid;
When Davnant's weary Quill lies by,
And yeelds no more of Lumbardy;

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While the sweet Virgin Muses be
By Wild led int' a Nunnerie;
While thus Apollo's Priests retire,
The Females do begin t' aspire,
Pretending they have found a flaw
In great Apollo's Salique Law;
These grasp at Lawrel, only due
To such as I have nam'd, and you.