An Imitation of HORACE, Ode II. Book III. Angustam amice, &c. Walter Titley 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. 158-159. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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An Imitation of HORACE , Ode II . Book III . Angustam amice , &c. By Mr. TITLEY , to Dr. BENTLEY . HE that would great in science grow , By whom bright Virtue is ador'd , At first must be content to know An humble roof , an homely board . With want , and rigid college laws Let him inur'd betimes , comply ; Firm to religion's sacred cause , The learned combat let him try ; Let him her envied praises tell , And all his eloquence disclose The fierce endeavours to repel , And still the tumult of her foes . Him early form'd , and season'd young Subtle opposers soon will fear , And tremble at his artful tongue , Like Parthians at the Roman spear . Grim death , th' inevitable lot Which fools and cowards strive to fly , Is with a noble pleasure sought By him who dares for truth to die . With purest lustre of her own Exalted Virtue ever shines , Nor as the vulgar smile or frown Advances now and now declines . A glorious and immortal prize , She on her hardy son bestows , She shews him heaven , and bids him rise , Tho' pain , and toil , and death oppose : With lab'ring flight he wings th' obstructed way , Leaving both common souls and common clay .