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In one more various animal combin'd,
Till wrangling science taught it noise and show,
Loft in the maze of words he turns again,
Oppress'd with argumental tyranny,
And in thy bosom lurks in thought's disguise;
Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breaft,
IX. Silence, the knave's repute, the whore's good name,
The only honour of the wishing dame; Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of fame:
X. But cou'dlt thou seize some tongues that now are
free, How Church and state wou'd be oblig'd to thee? At Senate, and at Bar, how welcome would'it thou be?
From rights of subjects, and the poor man's cause; Then pompous Silence reigns, and stills the noisy.
Paft services of friends, good deeds of foes,
What fav’rites gain, and what th’Exchequer owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose.
The countier's learning, policy o'th' gown,
XIV. 1 The parson's cant, the lawyer's sophisty,
Lord's quibble, critic's jest; all end in thee, All rest in peace at last, and deep eternally.
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Pleasing form, a firm, yet cautious mind,
Mr. Addision's Tragedy
C A T 0. T:
10 wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the
heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage, Commanding tears to stream thro' ev'ry age; Tyrants no more their savage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept.