just To give. Fair maidens, more than all, ’tis thine Approval which I long the most to gain. Ambition bids me rise, aspiring, bids Me seek from thee a word of favor, kind; For ye are more compassionate than man, And give your judgments in a softer way. If ye, and if the public, see it fit To render me a judgment good, then will My joy be full, and I shall strive anew; But, if ye give opposing judgment, then I yield my pen to better hands, and seek No more to speak, and from the quest of fame Return to calm seclusiveness again.

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p. 15King Nimæra.

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A SATIRE.

p. 16INTRODUCTION.

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In the following Poem, the purpose of the Author shall be to shew that man is born to vicissitudes, and to censure the lewdness and frivolities to which he stoops.

To personate characters, time is represented by King Nimæra; birth, life, and death respectively by Kalim, Weemus, and Sero; while mankind is represented by Nimæra’s subjects, and the world by his kingdom, heaven by “The Land of Bliss,” and hell by “The Pit of Terrors.”

 p. 17KING NIMÆRA.

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Honor from the many nations, Honor from the scattered people, Honor much had King Nimæra. King Nimæra on his throne sat In his ancient power and greatness, In his modern pomp and splendor, With adornments full about him, With musicians ever by him, With advisers sitting round him, Till he needed of their wisdom; They were counted by the thousands, By the hundreds and the thousands. Sage-like was this King Nimæra; Furrowed was his brow with seasons; Hoary were his locks and silvery, Ran the sportive breezes through them, Tossed them up in endless frolic. Mutely sat the aged monarch Mid the many lights and shadows, Mid the many scenes and changes Which for ever came around him, p. 18Casting 

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