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With tyranny, then superstition join'd,
At length Erasmus, that great, injur'd name, ,
But fee! each muse, in Leo's golden days,
* M. Hieronymus Vida, an excellent Latin poet, who writ an'. art.of poetry in verse. He fleurisk'd in the time of Lco the tenth.
But soon by impious arms from Latium chas'd, Their ancient bounds the banith'd mufes past; Thence arts o'er all the northern world advance; But critic learning flourish'd moft in France: The rules, a nation born to serve, obeys; And Boileau still in right of Horace sways. But we, brave Britons, foreign laws defpis'd, And kept unconquer'd, and unciviliz'd, Fierce for the liberties of wit, and bold, We still defy'd the Romans, as of old. Yet fome there were among the founder few. Of those who less presum'd, and better knew, Whọ durft affert the jufter ancient cause, And here reftor'd wit's fundamental laws. Such was the muse, whose rules and practice tell, Nature's * chief master-piece is writing well. Such was Rofcommon not more learn'd than good, With manners gen'rous as his noble blood; To him the wit of Greece and Rome was known, And ev'ry author's merit but his own. Such late was Walsh, the muse's judge and friend, Who justly knew to blame or to commend;
* An essay on poetry by the duke of Buckingham,
To failings mild, but zealous for defert;
RAPE of the LOCK
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Written in the year 1712.
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos,