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TO THE AUTHOR OF FATAL-FRIENDSHIP.
The fam'd Orinda's, and Astrea's Lays,With never dying Wit, bless'd Charles's Days,
And we suppos'd Wit cou'd no higher rise,
Till you succeeding, Tear from them the Prize,
More Just Applause is yours who check the Rage,
Of Reigning Vice, that has debauch'd the Stage,
And dare shew Vertue in a vicious Age;
With Eager wishing Eyes the Day we sought,
When to its first Design the Dramma might be brought,
Now an unusual Charm our Hearts has seiz'd,
For we at once both profit, and are pleas'd;
And you may boast, that by your skillful Hand,
You've done what Senates did in Vain Command:
For such Examples bear a mighty sway,
Since none in vicious Paths will chuse to stray,
When Wit, and Beauty Join to lead in Virtues way.
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