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To his respected Friend, the Author.
_Could I but reach _Bayes_ from _Apollo’s Tree_,
I’d make a _Wreath_ to _Crown_ thy _Work_ and _Thee_;
Which yet is needless, now I think upon’t;
Thy own _great Pen_ deservedly hath don’t.
Of all who write of _Thee_, this is my Vogue,
_None ere writ better of, and is less Rogue_._