Poems By Anthony Pasquin [i.e. John Williams]. Second Edition |
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TO MY FRIEND, ANTHONY PASQUIN, Esq.
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TO MY FRIEND, ANTHONY PASQUIN, Esq.
On reading the first part of the Children of Thespis.
Resistless bard! by ev'ry Science own'd,Thou shalt be universally renown'd!
In Pasquin's toils we more than Churchill see;
The fire of Dryden is reviv'd in thee.
With exquisite delight, my eye explores,
Thy glowing fancy's inexhaustless stores;
Well may you tread all competition down:
Originality is all your own.
More wit, more learning, has not ravish'd men,
Since Butler's Hudibras escap'd his pen.
With wond'rous power is the texture wrought;
Each line's an epigram, each word is thought.
Go on, and dignify this sinking age;
Make Folly fly before thy gen'rous rage:
Nobly avail yourself of Phœbus smiles,
And prop the virtues of the queen of isles.
FREDERICK PILON.
Hotel D' Yorke, Paris, May 8, 1787.
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