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Ecce Spectaculum dignum, ad quod refpiciat, intentus operi

fuo, Deus! Ecce par Deo dignum, vir fortis cum malâ fortuna compofitus! Non video, inquam, quid babeat in terris Jupiter pulchrius, se convertere animum velit, quàm ut jpe&tet Catonem, jam partibus non femel frattis, nihilominus inter ruinas publicas erectum,

Sen. de Divin. Prov.

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V E R S E S

To the AUTHOR of the

TRAGEDY of CATO.

HILE
you

,
And Cato
While Envy is itself in Wonder lost,
And Factions strive who shall applaud you most ;
Forgive the fond ambition of a friend,
Who hopes himself, not you, to recommend,
And join th' applauso which all the Learn'd bestow
On one, to whom a perfect work they owe.
To my * light Scenes I once inscribd your name,
And impotently Atrove to borrow fame :
Soon will that die, which adds thy name to mine ;
Let me, then, live, join'd to a work of thine.

* Tender Husband, Dedicated to Mr. Addison.

RICHARD ST I EL E.

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THO

June
HO' Cato shines in Virgil's epic song,

Prescribing laws among th' Elyfian throng;
Tho' Lucan's verse, exalted by his name,
O'er Gods themselves has rais'd the Hero's fame ;
The Roman flage did ne'er bis image see,

. Drawn at full length; a task referu'd for thee. By thee we view the finish'd

figure rife,
And awful marcb before our ravib'd eyes ;
We hear his voice, asserting virtue's cause ;
His fate renew'd our deep attention draws,
Excites by turns our various hopes and fears,
And all the patriot ir thy scene appears.

On Tiber's banks thy thought was first inspird,
'Twas there, to some indulgent grove retir'd,
Rome's ancient fortunes rolling in tby mind,
Thy happy Muse this manly work defign'd:
Or in a dream thou sav'/ Rome's Genius Aiand,
And, leading Cato in his facred hand,
Point out th' immortal subje&t of thy lays,
And ask this labour to record bis praise.

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'Tis done the Hero lives, and charms our age!
Wbile nobler morals grace the British flage!
Great Shakespear's ghoft, the folemn strain to hear,
(Methinks I see the laurell d Shade appear!)
Will hover o'er the Scene, and wondring viero
His fav'rite Brutus rival'd thus by you.
Such Roman greatness in each action fines,
Such Roman eloquence adorns your lines,

That

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