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THE POEMS

OF

EDMUND WALLER

VOL. II.



THE POEMS



EDMUND WALLER



EDITED BY

G. THORN DRURY.



NEW EDITION.
VOL. II



LONDON: NEW YORK:

A. H. SULLEN, CHAKLES SCEIBNER'S SONS,
18 CECIL COURT, W.C. 153-7 FIFTH AVENUE.

1901. 1901.



CONTENTS OF VOL. II.

PAGE

Under a lady's picture I

Written in my Lady Speke's singing-book ... I

Of a lady who writ in praise of Mira ... ... 2

To one married to an old man ... ... ... 2

An epigram on a painted lady with ill teeth ... 3

On Mr. John Fletcher's plays ... ... ... 3

Verses to Dr. George Rogers ... ... ... 5

To my Lady Morton, on New Year's Day, 1650 6
To Sir William Davenant, upon his two first

books of Gondibert ... ... 8

A Panegyric to my Lord Protector 10

To my worthy friend, Mr. Wase, the translator of

Gratius 18

Ad Comitem Monumetensem de Bentivoglio suo 20
To his worthy friend, Master Evelyn, upon his

translation of Lucretius 21

Of a war with Spain, and a fight at sea 23

To his worthy friend, Sir Thomas Higgons, upon

the translation of ' ' The Venetian Triumph " 28

Part of the fourth book of Virgil, translated ... 29
Upon the late storm, and of the death of His

Highness ensuing the same ... ... ... 34



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PAGE



To the King, upon His Majesty's happy return ... 35
On St. James's Park, as lately improved by His

Majesty 4O

To the Queen, upon Her Majesty's birthday, after
her happy recovery from a dangerous sick-
ness 45

To a fair lady, playing with a snake 47

Instructions to a painter ... 48

Upon Her Majesty's new buildings at Somerset

House ... gj

Epitaph to be written under the Latin inscription
upon the tomb of the only son of the Lord
Andover ... ... ... 5,

To Mr. Killigrew 64

Epigram upon the golden medal 65

The night-piece gc

On the picture of a fair youth, taken after he was

dead ... 6 7

Of a tree cut in paper 68

To a lady, from whom he received the foregoing

copy 69

Of English verse ,-'... 69

To the Duchess, when he presented this book to

Her Royal Highness 7!

To the Duchess of Orleans, when she was taking

leave of the Court at Dover 72

To a friend of the author 73

Of Her Royal Highness, mother to the Prince of

Orange 74



CONTENTS. ix

PAGE

On the statue of King Charles I. at Charing

Cross 75

Epitaph on Colonel Charles Cavendish ... ... 75

The triple combat 77

Upon our late loss of the Duke of Cambridge ... 79

Of the Lady Mary 80

To the Prince of Orange, 1677 82

On the Duke of Monmouth's expedition, 1679 ... 84
Upon the Earl of Roscommon's translation of

Horace ... 86

These verses were writ in the Tasso of Her Royal

Highness 88

Of an elegy made by Mrs. Wharton on the Earl

of Rochester 89

To Mr. Creech, on his translation of Lucretius ... 90
Sung by Mrs. Knight, to Her Majesty, on her

birthday ... ... ... ... ... 92

Written on a card that Her Majesty tore at ombre 92

Translated out of Spanish ... 93

Of Her Majesty, on New Year's Day, 1683 ... 93

Of tea, commended by Her Majesty 94

Prologue for the lady-actors 95

Prologue to " The Maid's Tragedy " 96

Epilogue to " The Maid's Tragedy " 98

Epilogue to "The Maid's Tragedy," designed

upon the first alteration of the play 99

Of the invasion and defeat of the Turks, 1683 ... 100

A presage of the ruin of the Turkish Empire ... 103

To His Majesty, upon his motto, Beati Pacifici ... 106



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Epitaph on Sir George Speke ... ... ... 107

Epitaph on Henry Dunch, Esq. ... ... ... 109

Song. Chloris ! farewell. I now must go ... no

To Mr. Granville ... ... ... ... ... m

Long and short life ... ... ... ... 112

Translated out of French ... ... ... ... 112

Some verses of an imperfect copy ... ..113

Pride 114

Epitaph on the Lady Sedley ... '114

Epitaph unfinished... ... n6

Upon a lady's fishing with an angle 116

On Mrs. Higgons ... n8

Of Divine Love 119

Of Divine Poesy 131

Of the paraphrase on the Lord's Prayer 136

Some reflections of his upon the several petitions

in the same Prayer 137

On the Fear of God 139

Of the last verses in the book 144



POEMS.



UNDER A LADY'S PICTURE.

SOME ages hence, for it must not decay,
The doubtful wonderers at this piece, will say
Such Helen was ! and who can blame the boy
That in so bright a flame consumed his Troy ?
But had like virtue shined in that fair Greek,
The amorous shepherd had not dared to seek
Or hope for pity ; but with silent moan,
And better fate, had perished alone.



WRITTEN IN MY LADY SPEKE'S
SINGING-BOOK.

HER fair eyes, if they could see
What themselves have wrought in me,
Would at least with pardon look
On this scribbling in her book :
If that she the writer scorn,
This may from the rest be torn,
With the ruin of a part,
But the image of her graces
Fills my heart and leaves no spaces.
VOL. II. B



OF A LADY WHO WRIT IN PRAISE OF
MIRA.

WHILE she pretends to make the graces known
Of matchless Mira, she reveals her own ;
And when she would another's praise indite,
Is by her glass instructed how to write.



TO ONE MARRIED TO AN OLD MAN.

SINCE thou wouldst needs (bewitched with some ill

charms !)

Be buried in those monumental arms,
All we can wish is, may that earth lie light
Upon thy tender limbs ! and so good night.



EDMUND WALLER.



AN EPIGRAM ON A PAINTED LADY
WITH ILL TEETH.

WERE men so dull they could not see
That Lyce painted, should they flee,
Like simple birds, into a net
So grossly woven and ill set,
Her own teeth would undo the knot,
And let all go that she had got.
Those teeth fair Lyce must not show
If she would bite ; her lovers, though
Like birds they stoop at seeming grapes,
Are disabused when first she gapes ;
The rotten bones discovered there,
Show 'tis a painted sepulchre.



ON MR. JOHN FLETCHER'S PLAYS.

FLETCHER ! to thee we do not only owe

All these good plays, but those of others too ; l

Thy wit repeated does support the stage,

Credits the last, and entertains this age.

No worthies, formed by any Muse but thine, 5

Could purchase robes to make themselves so fine.

i. This is the reading of the folio Beaumont and Fletcher,
1647. Waller's 1664, and subsequent editions, All our good
plays, and all those other too. 1645, All these good plays,
but those others too.



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What brave commander is not proud to see
Thy brave Melantius in his gallantry ?
Our greatest ladies love to see their scorn
Outdone by thine, in what themselves have worn ; 10
The impatient widow, ere the year be done,
Sees thy Aspasia weeping in her gown.

I never yet the tragic strain essayed,
Deterred by that inimitable Maid ;
And when I venture at the comic style, 15

Thy Scornful Lady seems to mock my toil.

Thus has thy Muse at once improved and marred
Our sport in plays, by rendering it too hard !
So when a sort of lusty shepherds throw
The bar by turns, and none the rest outgo 20

So far, but that the best are measuring casts,
Their emulation and their pastime lasts ;
But if some brawny yeoman of the guard
Step in, and toss the axletree a yard,
Or more, beyond the furthest mark, the rest 25

Despairing stand, their sport is at the best.



EDMUND WALLER.



VERSES TO DR. GEORGE ROGERS,

ON HIS TAKING THE DEGREE OF DOCTOR OF
PHYSIC AT PADUA, IN THE YEAR 1646.

WHEN as of old the earth's bold children strove,

With hills on hills, to scale the throne of Jove,

Pallas and Mars stood by their sovereign's side,

And their bright arms in his defence employed ;

While the wise Phoebus, Hermes, and the rest, 5

Who joy in peace, and love the Muses best,

Descending from their so distempered seat,

Our groves and meadows chose for their retreat.

There first Apollo tried the various use

Of herbs, and learned the virtues of their juice, IO

And framed that art, to which who can pretend

A juster title than our noble friend ?

Whom the like tempest drives from his abode,

And like employment entertains abroad.

This crowns him here, and in the bays so earned, 15

His country's honour is no less concerned,

Since it appears not all the English rave,

To ruin bent ; some study how to save ;

And as Hippocrates did once extend

His sacred art, whole cities to amend ; 20

So we, great friend ! suppose that thy great skill,

Thy gentle mind, and fair example, will,

At thy return, reclaim our frantic isle,

Their spirits calm, and peace again shall smile.



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TO MY LADY MORTON, ON NEW-YEAR'S
DAY, 1650.

AT THE LOUVRE IN PARIS.

MADAM ! new years may well expect to find
Welcome from you, to whom they are so kind ;
Still as they pass, they court and smile on you,
And make your beauty, as themselves, seem new.
To the fair Villiers we Dalkeith prefer, 1 5

And fairest Morton now as much to her ;
So like the sun's advance your titles show,
Which as he rises does the warmer grow.

But thus to style you fair, your sex's praise,
Gives you but myrtle, who may challenge bays ; 10
From armed foes to bring a royal prize,
Shows your brave heart victorious as your eyes.
If Judith, marching with the general's head,
Can give us passion when her story's read,
What may the living do, which brought away, 15
Though a less bloody, yet a nobler prey ;
Who from our flaming Troy, with a bold hand,
Snatched her fair charge, the Princess, like a brand ?
A brand ! preserved to warm some prince's heart,
And make whole kingdoms take her brother's part.

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i. 1682, did prefer.



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So Venus, from prevailing Greeks, did shroud
The hope of Rome, and save him in a cloud.

This gallant act may cancel all our rage,
Begin a better, and absolve this age.
Dark shades become the portrait of our time ; 25
Here weeps Misfortune, and their triumphs Crime !
Let him that draws it hide the rest in night ;
This portion only may endure the light,
Where the kind nymph, changing her faultless shape,
Becomes unhandsome, handsomely to 'scape, 30

When through the guards, the river, and the sea,
Faith, beauty, wit, and courage, made their way.
As the brave eagle does with sorrow see
The forest wasted, and that lofty tree
Which holds her nest about to be o'erthrown, 35
Before the feathers of her young are grown,
She will not leave them, nor she cannot stay,
But bears them boldly on her wings away ;
So fled the dame, and o'er the ocean bore
Her princely burthen to the Gallic shore. 40

Born in the storms of war, this royal fair,
Produced like lightning in tempestuous air,
Though now she flies her native isle (less kind,
Less safe for her than either sea or wind !)
Shall, when the blossom of her beauty's blown, 45
See her great brother on the British throne ;
Where peace shall smile, and no dispute arise,
But which rules most, his sceptre, or her eyes.



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TO SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT,

UPON HIS TWO FIRST BOOKS OF GONDIBERT.

Written in France.

THUS the wise nightingale that leaves her home,
Her native wood, when storms and winter come,
Pursuing constantly the cheerful spring,
To foreign groves does her old music bring.

The drooping Hebrews' banished harps, unstrung
At Babylon upon the willows hung ; [5

Yours sounds aloud, and tells us you excel
No less in courage, than in singing well ;
Whilst, unconcerned, you let your country know,
They have impoverished themselves, not you ; 10
Who, with the Muses' help, can mock those fates
Which threaten kingdoms, and disorder states.
So Ovid, when from Caesar's rage he fled,
The Roman Muse to Pontus with him led ;
Where he so sung, that we, through pity's glass, 1 5
See Nero milder than Augustus was.
Hereafter such, in thy behalf, shall be
The indulgent censure of posterity.
To banish those who with such art can sing,
Is a rude crime, which its own curse does bring ; 20



EDMUND WALLER. 9

Ages to come shall ne'er know how they fought,
Nor how to love their present youth be taught.
This to thyself. Now to thy matchless book,
Wherein those few that can with judgment look,
May find old love in pure fresh language told, 25
Like new-stamped coin made out of Angel gold ;
Such truth in love as the antique world did know,
In such a style as courts may boast of now ; ,

Which no bold tales of gods or monsters swell,
But human passions, such as with us dwell. 30

Man is thy theme ; his virtue, or his rage,
Drawn to the life in each elaborate page.
Mars, nor Bellona, are not named here,
But such a Gondibert as both might fear ;
Venus had here, and Hebe been outshined 35

By thy bright Birtha and thy Rodalind.
Such is thy happy skill, and such the odds
Betwixt thy worthies and the Grecian gods !
Whose deities in vain had here come down,
Where mortal beauty wears the overeign crown ; 40
Such as of flesh composed, by flesh and blood,
Though not resisted, may be understood.



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A PANEGYRIC TO MY LORD PROTECTOR,

OF THE PRESENT GREATNESS, AND JOINT INTEREST,
OF HIS HIGHNESS, AND THIS NATION.

WHILE with a strong and yet a gentle hand,
You bridle faction, and our hearts command,
Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe,
Make us unite, and make us conquer too ;

Let partial spirits still aloud complain, 5

Think themselves injured that they cannot reign,
And own no liberty but where they may
Without control upon their fellows prey.

Above the waves as Neptune showed his face,
To chide the winds, and save the Trojan race, IO
So has your Highness, raised above the rest,
Storms of ambition, tossing us, repressed.

Your drooping country, torn with civil hate,
Restored by you, is made a glorious state ;
The seat of empire, where the Irish come, 15

And the unwilling Scotch, to fetch their doom.

The sea's our own ; and now all nations greet,
With bending sails, each vessel of our fleet ;
Your power extends as far as winds can blow,
Or swelling sails upon the globe may go. 20



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Heaven, (that has placed this island to give law,
To balance Europe, and her states to awe)
In this conjunction does on Britain smile ;
The greatest leader, and the greatest isle !

Whether this portion of the world were rent, 25

By the rude ocean, from the continent ;
Or thus created ; it was sure designed
To be the sacred refuge of mankind.

Hither the oppressed shall henceforth resort,
Justice to crave, and succour, at your court ; 30

And then your Highness, not for ours alone,
But for the world's protector shall be known.

Fame, swifter than your winged navy, flies
Through every land that near the ocean lies,
Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news 35
To all that piracy and rapine use.

With such a chief the meanest nation blessed,

Might hope to lift her head above the rest ;

What may be thought impossible to do

For l us, embraced by the sea and you ? 40

Lords of the world's great waste, the ocean, we
Whole forests send to reign upon the sea,
And every coast may trouble, or relieve ;
But none can visit us without your leave.

i. Quarto, By.



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Angels and we have this prerogative, 45

That none can at our happy seat 1 arrive ;
While we descend at pleasure, to invade
The bad with vengeance, and the good to aid.

Our little world, the image of the great,
Like that, amidst the boundless ocean set, 50

Of her own growth has all that Nature craves ;
And all that's rare, as tribute from the waves.

As Egypt does not on the clouds rely,

But to her " Nile owes more than to the sky ;

So what our earth, and what our heaven, denies, 55

Our ever constant friend, the sea, supplies.

The taste of hot Arabia's spice we know,

Free from the scorching sun that makes it grow ;

Without the worm, in Persian silks we shine ;

And, without planting, drink of every vine. 60

To dig for wealth we weary not our limbs ;
Gold, though the heaviest metal, hither swims ;
Ours is the harvest where the Indians mow ;
We plough the deep, and reap what others sow.

Things of the noblest kind our own soil breeds ; 65
Stout are our men, and warlike are our steeds ;
Rome, though her eagle through the world had flown,
Could never make this island all her own.

! Quarto, seas. 2. Quarto, the.



EDMUND WALLER. 13

Here the Third Edward, and the Black Prince, too,
France-conquering Henry flourished, and now you ;
For whom we stayed, as did the Grecian l state, [70
Till Alexander came to urge their fate.

When for more worlds the Macedonian cried,

He wist not Thetis in her lap did hide

Another yet ; a world reserved for you, 75

To make more great than that he did subdue.

He safely might old troops to battle lead,
Against the unwarlike-Persian, 2 and the Mede,
Whose hasty flight did, from a bloodless field,
More spoil than honour to the victor yield. 80

A race unconquered, by their clime made bold,
The Caledonians, armed with want and cold,
Have, by a fate indulgent to your fame, 3
Been from all ages kept for you to tame.

Whom the old Roman wall so ill confined, 85

With a new chain of garrisons you bind ;
Here foreign gold no more shall make them come ;
Our English iron holds them fast at home.

They, that henceforth must be content to know
No warmer region than their hills of snow, 90

May blame the sun, but must extol your grace,
Which in our senate has allowed them place.

i. Quarto, Trojan. 2. Quarto, Persians.

3. Quarto, name.



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Preferred by conquest, happily o'erthrown, 1
Falling they 2 rise, to be with us made one ;
So kind dictators made, when they came home, 95
Their vanquished foes free citizens of Rome.

Like favour find the Irish, with like fate,
Advanced to be a portion of our state ;
While by your valour and your courteous 3 mind,
Nations, divided by the sea, are joined. 100

Holland, to gain your friendship, is content
To be our outguard on the continent ;
She from her fellow-provinces would go,
Rather than hazard to have you her foe.

In our late fight, when cannons did diffuse, 105

Preventing posts, the terror and the news,
Our neighbour princes trembled at their roar ;
But our conjunction makes them tremble more.

Your never-failing sword made war to cease ;
And now you heal us with the arts 4 of peace ; no
Our minds with bounty and with awe engage,
Invite affection, and restrain our rage.

Less pleasure take brave minds in battles won,
Than in restoring such as are undone ;
Tigers have courage, and the rugged bear, 115

But man alone can, whom he conquers, spare.

i. Quarto, overthrown. z. Quarto, you.

3 Quarto, bounteous. 4. Quarto, acts.



EDMUND WALLER. 15

To pardon willing, and to punish loath,

You strike with one hand, but you heal with both ;

Lifting up all that prostrate lie, you grieve

You cannot make the dead again to live. 1 20

When fate, or error, had our age misled,
And o'er these nations 1 such confusion spread,
The only cure, which could from Heaven come down,
Was so much power and clemency 2 in one !

One ! whose extraction from an ancient line 125

Gives hope again that well-born men may shine ;
The meanest in your nature, mild and good,
The noble rest secured in your blood.

Oft have we wondered how you hid in peace

A mind 3 proportioned to such things as these ; 130

How such a ruling spirit you could restrain,

And practise first over yourself to reign.

Your private life did a just pattern give,
How fathers, husbands, pious sons should live ;
Born to command, your princely virtues slept, 135
Like humble David's, while the flock he kept.

But when your troubled country called you forth, ^

Your flaming courage, and your matchless worth,
Dazzling the eyes of all that did pretend,
To fierce contention gave a prosperous end. 140

i. Quarto, this nation. 2. Quarto, piety.

3. Quarto, Amid.



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Still as you rise, the state, exalted too,

Finds no distemper while 'tis changed by you ;

Changed like the world's great scene ! when, without

noise,
The rising sun night's vulgar lights destroys.

Had you, some ages past, this race of glory 145

Run, with amazement we should read your story ;
But living virtue, all achievements past,
Meets envy still, to grapple with at last.

This Caesar found ; and that ungrateful age,

With losing him fell 1 back to blood and rage ; 150

Mistaken Brutus thought to break their yoke,

But cut the bond of union with that stroke.

That sun once set, a thousand meaner stars

Gave a dim light to violence, and wars,

To such a tempest as now threatens all, 155

Did not your mighty arm prevent the fall.

If Rome's great senate could not wield that sword,
t Which of the conquered world had made them lord,
What hope had ours, while yet their power was new,
To rule victorious armies, but by you ? 160

You ! that had taught them to subdue their foes,
Could order teach, and their high spirits compose ;
To every duty could their minds engage,
Provoke their courage, and command their rage.

j. Quarto, went.



EDMUND WALLER. 17

So when a lion shakes his dreadful mane, 165

And angry grows, if he that first took pain
To tame his youth approach the haughty beast,
He bends to him, but frights away the rest.

As the vexed world, to find repose, at last
Itself into Augustus' arms did cast ; 170

So England now does, with like toil oppressed,
Her weary head upon your bosom rest.

Then let the Muses, with such notes as these,
Instruct us what belongs unto our peace ;
Your battles they hereafter shall indite, 1 75

And draw the image of our Mars in fight ;

Tell of towns stormed, of armies overrun, 1
And 2 mighty kingdoms by your conduct won ;
How, while you thundered, clouds of dust did choke
Contending troops, and seas lay hid in smoke. 180

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse,

And every conqueror creates a muse.

Here, in low strains, your milder deeds we sing ;

But there, my lord ; we'll bays and olive bring

To crown your head ; while you in triumph ride 185
O'er vanquished nations, and the sea beside ;
While all your neighbour- princes unto you,
Like Joseph's sheaves, pay reverence, and bow.



i. Quarto, overcome. 2. Quarto, Of.

VOL. II. C



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TO MY WORTHY FRIEND, MR. WASE.

THE TRANSLATOR OF GRATIUS.

THUS, by the music, we may know
When noble wits a-hunting go,
Through groves that on Parnassus grow.

The Muses all the chase adorn ;

My friend on Pegasus is borne ; 15

And young Apollo winds the horn.

Having old Gratius in the wind,
No pack of critics e'er could find,
Or he know more of his own mind.

Here huntsmen with delight may read 10

How to choose dogs for scent or speed,
And how to change or 1 mend the breed ;

What arms to use, or nets to frame,

Wild beasts to combat or to tame ;

With all the mysteries of that game. 15

I. 1654, and.



EDMUND WALLER. 19

But, worthy friend ! the face of war
In ancient times doth differ far
From what our fiery battles are.

Nor is it like, since powder known,

That man, so cruel to his own, 20

Should spare the race of beasts alone

No quarter now, but with the gun
Men wait in trees from sun to sun,
And all is in a moment done.

And therefore we expect your next 25

Should be no comment, but a text
To tell how modern beasts are vexed.

Thus would I further yet engage

Your gentle Muse to court the age

With somewhat of your proper rage ; 30

Since none does more to Phoebus owe,
Or in more languages can show
Those arts which you so early know.



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AD COMITEM MONUMETENSEM DE
BENTIVOGLIO SUO.

FLORIBUS Angligenis non hanc tibi necto corollam,

Cum satis indigenis te probet ipse Liber :

Per me Roma sciet tibi se debere, quod Anglo

Komanus didicit cultius ore loqui.

Ultima quse tellus Aquilas duce Ccesare vidit, 5

Candida Romulidum te duce scripta videt.

Consilio ut quondam Patriam nil juveris, esto !

Sed studio cives ingenioque juvas.

Namque dolis liber hie instructus, et arte Batava,

A Belga nobis ut caveamus, ait. to

Horremus per te civilis dira furoris

Vulnera ; discordes Flandria quassa monet.

Hie discat miles pugnare, orare senator ;

Qui regnant, leni sceptra tenere manu.

Macte, Comes ! virtute nova, vestri ordinis ingens 15

Ornamentum, ?evi deliciaeque tui !

Dum stertunt alii somno vinoque sepulti,

Nobilis antique stemmate digna facis.



EDMUND WALLER.



TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND,
MASTER EVELYN,

UPON HIS TRANSLATION OF LUCRETIUS.

THAT chance and atoms make this all
In order democratical,
Where bodies freely run their course,
Without design, or fate, or force,
In English verse Lucretius sings, 5

As if with Pegasean wings,
He soared beyond our utmost sphere
And other worlds discovered there ;
His boundless and unruly wit,
To Nature does no bounds permit ; 10


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