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At Fancy's call, who rear the wanton fail,
Did FRIENDSHIP e'er mislead thy wand'ring
Muse? That Friendship fure may plead the great excuse: That facred Friendship which inspir’d thy Song, Fair in defect, and amiably wrong. 506 Error like this ev’n Truth can scarce reprove; 'Tis almost Virtue when it flows from Love.
Ye deathless Names, ye Sons of endless praise, By Virtue crown'd with never-fading bays! 510 Say, shall an artless Muse, if you inspire, Light her pale lamp at your immortal fire? Or if, O WARBURTON, inspir’d by You, The daring Muse a nobler path pursue, By You inspir’d, on trembling pinion soar, 515 The sacred founts of social bless explore, In her bold numbers chain the Tyrant's rage, And bid ber Country's Glory fire her page: If such her fate, do thou, fair Truth, descend, And watchful guard her in an honest end: 520 Kindly severe, instruct her equal line To court no Friend, nor own a Foe but thine. But if her giddy eye should vainly quit Thy sacred paths, to run the maze of wit ;
If her apostate heart should e'er incline 525