Tho' poets may of inspiration boaft, Well-founding verfes are the charm we use, POEM TO LORD ROSCOMMON EDINBURG: AT THE Apollo Prefs, BY THE MARTINS, EPISTLES. I. TO THE KING, ON HIS NAVY. WHERE'ER thy Navy spreads her canvass wings, So Jove from Ida did both hosts survey, 5 10 20 Thy pow'r were fafe, and her deftructive hand The world's Reftorer once could not endure To thee, his chofen, more indulgent, he II. TO THE QUEEN, Occafioned upon fight of HER MAJESTY'S PICTURE. WELL fare the hand which to our humble fight 30 32 5 ΤΟ |