I.
The men renown’d as chiefs of human race,
And born to lead in counsels or in arms,
Have seldom turn’d their feet from glory’s chace
To dwell with books or court the Muse’s charms.
Yet, to our eyes if haply time hath brought
Some genuine transcript of their calmer thought,
There still we own the wise, the great, or good;
And C
(Mark Akenside)
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