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Imitated from A Greek Epigram in the ANTHOLOGIA.

On thy sweet lips the bees in clusters hung,
And dropp'd Hyblæan honey on thy tongue:
For thee the Muses pluck'd Pierian flowers;
The Graces woo'd thee in sequester'd bowers:
Ages to come shall celebrate thy name,
And Athens gather glory from thy fame.
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