Poems on several occasions. Humbly dedicated to the right honourable the Marchioness of Tavestock. By the author.

To the Ingenious Author of the following Poems.

MOST Men vast Riches wou'd from Plutus hold, Ev'n bend beneath the weight of pond'rous Gold: Hence they the Muses hate, and Verse sublime, Love the Three Sisters better than the Nine: But you (like Phoebus Conqu'ring Beams) my Friend, Drive those dull Vapours from your Heav'nly Mind: (Like Smoak before the Wind) they fly away; No misty Garments hide the lovely Day: At once you tread secure, and soar on high, And cut with equal Wing the yielding Sky, Sure, when Lucina aided at thy Birth, Some vig'rous Planet influenc'd the Earth: With darted Rays (like Lightning from the Pole) Stamping Coelestial Impress on thy Soul: Or else the God of Poets did inspire, And warm thy Breast with quick and active Fire. If Man Ingrateful will not sound your Fame, Nor give due Praise to thy deserving Name: To your beloved Shades, and Streams, go on, And Wave shall push on Wave to hear thy Song.

E. P.