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SONNET XXIX.

To W. Heberden, M. D.
O Heberden, whose salutary care
Has kindly driven me forth the crouded Town
To Turrick, and the lonely Country down,
To breathe from Chiltern Hills a purer air,
For thousands' sakes may Heaven indulgent spare
Long, long thy useful life, and blessings crown
Thy healing arts, while well deserv'd renown,
With wealth unenvied, waits thy toil and care:
And when this grateful heart shall beat no more,
(Nor long, I ween, can last my tottering frame,
But soon, with me, this mortal coil shall end)
Do thou, if Calumny again should roar,
Cherish his memory, and protect his fame,
Whom thy true worth has made thy faithful friend.