To Mr. Winder, (now Fellow) of Corpus-Christi, Oxford; in Answer to a Latin Epistle, which he sent me. Stephen Duck Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T90234 K073280.000 Duck, Stephen, 1705-1756. Poems on several occasions: By Stephen Duck. London printed for the author 1736 pp. 201-204. xl,334,[2]p. ; 4⁰.

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To Mr. Winder , ( now Fellow ) of Corpus-Christi , Oxford ; in Answer to a Latin Epistle , which he sent me . I. SOON as your partial Lays I saw , I guess'd your crafty Views ; And thought you writ in Verse , to draw A Bill upon my Muse . II . BUT , since the Treasure you convey , Comes from the Roman Mine ; Forgive me , if I can't repay The Value of your Coin . III . WHILE on thy manly Lines I dwell , Lines , that might POPE employ ; What strange Vicissitudes I feel Of Sorrow , Love , and Joy ! IV . NOW Pleasure charms my glowing Soul , To hear thy pompous Song In soft , majestic Numbers roll , Like FLACCUS , sweet and strong . V. BUT quickly sympathizing Pain Succeeds my short Delight , To find thy moving , mournful Strain Describe thy Mr. Winder was much afflicted with sore Eyes , when he sent the Epistle . Loss of Sight . VI . I grieve to think , MACHAON's Art Can give thee no Relief ; I weep , and wish my grateful Heart Could cure , or share , thy Grief . VII . NO more to me Encomiums send , In such a learned Strain ; But , if you'd compliment your Friend , Present him half your Pain . VIII . TO PHOEBUS make thy Music soar , To Him direct thy Lays ; Invoke his Aid , and healing Pow'r , To purge the visual Rays . IX . FOR , if your Lyre but strike his Ear , ( The Lyre you lately strung ) The God of Verse and Light must hear A Suit so sweetly sung .