Hail, mighty name! of all thy pen Has dropt, to charm both gods and men, Time nor oblivion ne'er shall boast One line or single period loft! Improving youth, and hoary age, Are better'd by thy matchless page!
Maintain, great Sage, thy deathless name, Thou canst no wider stretch thy fame. Till, gliding from her native skies, Virtue once more delighted flies; By each adoring Patriot own’d, And boasts herself by thee enthron'd.
MDCCLXXXVII. *** Entered at STATIONERS'-HALL.
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G. G. J. and J. ROBINSON, Pater-noster Row; J. WALTER, Charing-crafs; and C. DILLY, in the Pozstry. 1987a.