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All swift of flight,Within my quiver, sounding rightTo every skillful ear: 175But, of the multitude, not oneDiscerns the mystery unexplain'd.He transcendent does appearIn knowledge, from nature who gain'dHis store: but the dull-letter'd croud, 180In censure vehement, in nonsense loud,Clamour idly, wanting skill,Like crows, in vain, provoking still
ANTISTROPHE V.Measures 16.
The celestial bird of Jove:But, to the mark address thy bow, nor rove, 185My soul: and whom do ISingle out with fond desire,At him to let illustrious arrows fly?My fix'd intent,My aim, on Agrigentum bent, 190A solemn oath I plight,Sincere as honest minds require,That through an hundred circling years,With recorded worthies bright,No rivalling city apppears 195

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