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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Right Honourable John Earl Of Orrery, At Bath, After The Death Of The Late Earl.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis said, for ev'ry common Grief<br>The Muses can afford Relief:<br>And, surely, on that heav'nly Train<br>A Boyle can never call in vain.<br>Then strait invoke the sacred Nine,<br>Nor impious slight their Gifts divine;<br>Dispel those Clouds, which damp your Fire;<br>Shew, Bath, like</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Earl's Answer,<br>written extempore.<br>Nor Bath, nor Tunbridge, can my Lays inspire;<br>Nor radiant Beauty make me strike the Lyre:<br>Far from the busy Croud I sit, forlorn;<br>And sigh in secret, and in Silence mourn:<br>Nor can my Anguish ever find an End;<br>I weep a Father, and have lost a Friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reply to the foregoing Verses. <br>Why did I hope to make your Anguish less?<br>I try'd to cure, and I have caught, Distress.<br>Suppress your Sighs, dry up your Tears; 'tis Time:<br>Excess of Virtue may become a Crime.<br>You lost, you say, a Friend, and Father too;<br>But know, Mankind would lose a Friend in you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a><div class=q>
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Then strait invoke the sacred Nine,
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