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THE RIGHT HON. JAMES CRAGGS, Eso:
HIS MAJESTY'S PRINCIPAL SECRETARY OF STATE.
last longer than the memory of our friendship and, therefore, I thus publicly bequeath them to you, in return for the many valuable instances of your affcction. That they may come
with as little difadvantage as possible, I have left the care of them to one*, whom, by the experience of some years, I know well qualified to answer my intentions. He has already the honour and happiness of being under your protection ; and, as he will very much itand in need of it, I cannot with him better, than that he may continue to deserve the favour and countenance of such a patron.
I have no time to lay out in forining such compliments, as would but ill suit that familiarity between us, which was once my greatelt pleasure, and will be my greatest honour hereafter, Instcad of them, accept of my hearty wishes, that the great reputation you have acquired so early, may increase more and more : and that you may long serve your country with those excellent talents, B 2
and * Mr. Tickell.
and unblemished integrity, which have so powerfully recommended you to the most gracious and amiable Monarch that ever filled a thronę. May the frankness and generosity of your fpirit continue to soften and subdue your enemies, and gain you many friends, if possible, as fincere as yourself. When you have found such, they cannot wish you more true happiness than I, who am, with the greatest zeal,
HOWlông, great Poet, hall thy facred lays
Provoke our wonder, and transcend our praise ?
Prevailing warmth has füill thy mind pollest,
Now Ovid boasts th' advantage of thy song, And tells his story in the British tongue ; Thy charming verse, and fair translations, show How thy own laurel first began to grow : How wild Lycaon, chang’d by angry gods, And frighted at himself, ran howling through the woods.
O may'st thou still the noble task prolong, Nor age, nor sickness, interrupt thy song : Then
may we wondering read, how human limbs Have water'd kingdoms, and dissolv'd in streams; Of those rich fruits that on the fertile mold Turn'd yellow by degrees, and ripen’d into gold : How some in feathers, or a ragged hide, Have liv'd a second life, and different natures try'd. Then will thy Ovid, thus transform’d, reveal A nobler change than he himself can tell.
Magd. College, Oxon.
June 2, 1693
PO Ο Ε Μ
H I S M A JE S T Y *.
PRESENTED TO THE LORD KEEPER.
THE RIGHT HON. SIR JOHN SOMERS. LORD KEEPER OF THË GREAT SEAL,
F yet your thoughts are loose from state affairs,
Nor feel the burden of a kingdom's cares ;
To you, my Lord, these daring thoughts belong
Attend * King William.