To the Right Honourable the Earl of Orrery in Dublin: Upon receiving an Account from Mrs. Barber, of his Lordship's great Generosity to her. William Ward 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. T42622 519 p. 45 Barber, Mary, ca. 1690-1757. Poems on Several Occasions [poems only]. London Printed for C. Rivington, at the Bible and Crown in St. Paul's Church-Yard 1734 pp. 203-205. xlviii,283,[7]p.; 8⁰.

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To the Right Honourable the Earl of Orrery John Boyle (13 January 1707 - 16 November 1762), writer and friend of Swift, Pope, and Johnson. in Dublin : Upon receiving an Account from Mrs. Barber , of his Lordship's great Generosity to her . By the Same . Let Others speak your Titles , and your Blood ; Accept from Me the glorious Name of Good . This Honour only from fair Virtue springs , Ennobles Slaves , adds Dignity to Kings . O Born to shew Nobility design'd Not to insult , but to protect Mankind ! Well you discern to spare , or to bestow ; Nor waste in Riot , what to Worth you owe . Judgment your Bounty guides ; and all agree , 'Tis Praise , 'tis Glory , to receive from Thee . Gen'rous thy Gifts ; but more thy matchless Art , To spare the Blush , and doubly bind the Heart . Tho' Fortune place me in a distant Scene ; And Mountains rise , and Oceans roll between ; O'er Mountains , Oceans , Gratitude conveys The good Man's Act , and wide extends his Praise . Strange ! that your Judgment errs in this alone ; Barber you bless , yet hope your Gifts unknown . 'Tis Hers to bring each lovely Deed to Light , And force unwilling Virtue to the Sight : 'Tis Hers , and 'tis Her Muse's greatest Pride , A Favour never to forget , or hide . Illustrious Youth ! and let me style you Friend , O look with Candor on the Lines I send ! Warm from the Heart my artless Numbers fall ; Nor wait Correctness , when your Virtues call . Here , bless'd with all that human Life requires , Superior to vain Fears , or low Desires ; In chearful Solitude , in studious Ease ; Careful my Conscience , and my God , to please ; I think on Thee , when Want , or Worth , implore ; And unrepining share my little Store . So Stars attend the beauteous Queen of Night ; And faintly shine , not emulate her Light . Edmonton , April 5. 1733.