POEMS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS. ΤΟ MR. DRYDEN. How long, great poet, shall thy sacred lays Damp thy poetic heat, and quench thy rage? Grief chill'd his breast, and check'd his rising thought; Prevailing warmth has still thy mind possest, Thy copy casts a fairer light on all, Now Ovid boasts th' advantage of thy song, 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. |