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The sacred poets first shall hear the sound,
And foremost from the tomb shall bound,
which thou so well hast learnt below.
Upon the Death of the
EARL of DUNDEE,
H last and best of Scots! who didst maintain
Țhy country's freedom from a foreign reign; New people fill the land now thou art gone, New gods the temples, and new kings the throne. Scotland and thee did each in other live , Nor would'st thou her, nor could she thee survive, Farewel, who dying didst support the state, And couldst not fall but with thy country's fate.
EARL of ABINGDON, &e.
MY LORD, THE commands, with which you honored
me some months ago, are now performed : they had been sooner ; but betwixt ill health, some business, and many troubles, I was forced to defer them till this time. Ovid, going to his banishment, and writing from on shipboard to his friends, excused the faults of his poetry by his misfortunes; and told them, that good verses never flow, but from a serene and composed spirit. Wit, which is a kind of Mercury, with wings fastened to his head and heels, can fly but fowly in a damp air. I therefore chose rather to obey you late than ill : if at least I am capable of writing any thing, at any time, which is wors thy your perusal and your patronage. I cannot say that I have escaped from a shipwreck; but have only gained a rock by hard swimming; where I may pant a while and gather breath : for the doctors give me a fad assurance, that my disease never took its leave of any man, but with a purpose to return. However, my lord, I have laid hold on