read You, and Your Value knew,
_He_ was the _Eagle_, and _Apollo You_.
Both spoke the Bird in her _AEthereal_ height,
The _Majesty_ was _His_, and _Thine_ the _Flight_.
Both did _Apollo_ in His Glory shew,
The Silver _Harp_ was _Thine_, and _His_ the _Bow_,

So may _Pierian Clio_ cease to fear,
When _Honour_ deigns to sing, and _Majesty_ to hear!
So may she favour'd live, and always please
Our _Dorset's_, and Judicious _Normanby's_!

Nor does the _Coronet_ alone defend
The Muses Cause: The _Miter_ is Her Friend.
Can we forget how _Damon's_ lofty Tongue
Shook the glad Mountains? how the Valleys rung
When _Rochester's Seraphick Shepherd_ Sung.
How _Mars_ and _Pallas_ wept to see the Day
When _Athens_ by a Plague dispeopled lay.
What Learning perish'd, and what Lives it cost!
Sung with more Spirit than all _Athens_ lost.
Nor can the _Miter_ now conceal the Bays,
For still we view the _Sacred Poet's_ praise.
So tho' _Eridanus_ becomes a Star
Exalted to the Skies, and shines afar,
Below he loses nothing but his Name,
Still faithful to his Banks, his Stream's the same.

But smile, my Muse, once more upon my Song,
Let _Creech_ be numbred with the Sacred Throng.
Whose daring Muse could with _Manilius_ fly,
And, like an _Atlas_, shoulder up the Sky.
He's mounted, where no vulgar Eye can trace
His Wondrous footsteps and mysterious race.
See, how He walks above in mighty strains,
And wanders o'er the wide Ethereal Plains!
He sings what Harmony the Spheres obey,
In Verse more tuneful, and more sweet than they.

'Tis cause of Triumph, when _Rome's_ Genius shines
In nervous _English_, and well-worded Lines.
Two Famous _Latins_[6] our bright Tongue adorn,
And a new _Virgil_[7] is in _England_ born.
An _AEneid_ to translate, and make a new,
Are Tasks of equal Labour to pursue.

[6] _Lucretius_ and _Manilius_.

[7] Mr. _Dryden's_ _Virgil_.

For tho' th' Invention of a Godlike Mind
Excels the Works of Nature, and Mankind;
Yet a well-languag'd Version will require
An equal _Genius_, and as strong a Fire.
These claim at once our Study and our Praise,
Fam'd for the Dignity of Sense and Phrase.
These gainful to the Stationer, shall stand
At _Paul's_ or _Cornhill_, _Fleetstreet_ or the _Strand_.
Shall wander far and near, and cross the Seas,
An Ornament to _Foreign Libraries_.

Hail, Glorious Titles! who ha