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TO THE

AUTHOR

OF

The CHACE.

Once more, my Friend, I touch the trembling Lyre,And in my Bosom feel poetick Fire.For thee I quit the Law's more rugged Ways,To pay my humble Tribute to thy Lays.What, tho' I daily turn each learned Sage,And labour thro' the unenlighten'd Page:Wak'd by thy Lines, the borrow'd Flames I feel,As Flints give Fire when aided by the Steel.
Tho'
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