Of _Words_ what _Compass_, and how vast a _Store_!
His _Courage_ and his _Vertue's_ only more:
More various _Scenes of Death_ his _Fights_ display
Then _Aghrim's_ Field or _London's_ fatal Day:
Let beauteous _Elda's Tears_ and _Passion_ prove
His _Soul_ is not _unknowing how to love_:
Disrob'd of _Clouds_ he view'd the _Stagyrite_
As _Nature_ he, confess'd to _Human sight_:
His _Rules_ surveys, and traces to their _Springs_, } 740
Where the _blind Bard_ of flaming _Ilium_ sings; }
Thence with the _Mantuan Swan_ in narrower Rings, }
Tho more _exact_, he, stooping from his height,
Reviews the same _fierce Wars_ and _Gods_ and _Heroes_ fight:
That beauteous antient _Palace_ he surveys }
Which _Maro's Hands_ had only Strength to raise, }
_Models_ from thence, and _copies_ every _Grace_: }
Each _Page_ is big with _Virgil's Manly Thought_,
To _follow him too near's a glorious Fault_.
He dar'd be _virtuous_ in the _World's_ Despite, 750
_While_ D----n _lives he dar'd a Modest Poem write_.
Who can th' ingenious S----y's Praise refuse,
Who serves a grateful _Prince_, and grateful _Muse_?
Or _P----r_ read unmov'd, whose every _Page_
So just a _Standard_ to the opening _Age_?
Neat _S----n_'s courtly _Vein's_ correct and clear,
Nor shall he miss his _Praise_ and _Station_ here:
Nor should the _rest_ whom I _unnam'd_ must leave,
(Tho such _Omission_ they'll with ease _forgive_:) 760
_Unknown_ to me, let each his _Works_ commend,
Since _Virtue, Praise_, as _Shame_ does _Vice_ attend.