To the King

Most Gracious Sire!

Behold, the trembling Muse
The Sunshine of your Royal Favour sues:
To your Protection, humbly doth commit,
Some few Productions of unstudy'd Wit.
The benign Influ'nce of my Sov'reign's Eye
Will those Perfections, that they want, supply;
Add unknown Beauties to each happy Line,
Catch the Reflection of their Rays, and shine
With borrow'd Lustre:—and your Female Bard
Will, in your Notice, meet her wish'd Reward.
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