My trembling muse your honour does address, That it`s a bold attempt most humbly I confess; If you`ll encourage her young fagging flight, She`ll upwards soar and mount Parnassus` height. If little things with great may be compared In Rome it so with the divine Virgil fared; The tuneful bard Augustus did inspire, Made his great genius flash poetic fire; But if upon my flight your honour frowns, The muse folds up her wings, and dying — justice owns.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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