To the Right Hon John Earl of Orrery, at Bath, After the Death of the Late Earl

'Tis said, for ev'ry common Grief
The Muses can afford Relief:
And, surely, on that heav'nly Train
A BOYLE can never call in vain.
Then strait invoke the sacred Nine ,
Nor impious slight their Gifts divine;
Dispel those Clouds, which damp your Fire;
Shew, Bath , like Tunbridge, can inspire.
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