[Inscription] IV. Mark Akenside 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. T131163 K104099.006 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. VI. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 32-33. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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[Inscription] IV . O YOUTHS and virgins : O declining eld : O pale misfortune's slaves : O ye who dwell Unknown with humble quiet ; ye who wait In courts , or fill the golden seat of kings : O sons of sport and pleasure : O thou wretch That weep'st for jealous love , or the sore wounds Of conscious guilt , or death's rapacious hand Which left thee void of hope : O ye who roam In exile ; ye who through the embattled field Seek bright renown ; or who for nobler palms Contend , the leaders of a public cause ; Approach : behold this marble . Know ye not The features ? Hath not oft his faithful tongue Told you the fashion of your own estate , The secrets of your bosom ? Here then , round His monument with reverence while ye stand , Say to each other : " Thi was Shakespear's form ; " Who walk'd in every path of human life , " Felt every passion ; and to all mankind " Doth now , will ever that experience yield " Which his own genius only could acquire . "