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Be this your nobler praise in times to come,
These your imperial arts, ye sons of Rome!
O'er distant realms to stretch your awful sway,
To bid those nations tremble and obey;
To crush the proud, the suppliant foe to rear,
To give mankind a peace, or shake the world with war.

— Christopher Pitt The Æneid of Virgil (1740)

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To all, proportioned terms he must dispense,
And make the sound a picture of the sense.

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A mighty tree, that bears a golden bough.

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The shrill echoes ring amidst the skies.

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Be sure from nature never to depart;
To copy nature is the task of art.
The noblest poets own her sovereign sway,
And ever follow where she leads the way.

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I proved unfaithful to my former spouse,
And now I reap the fruits of broken vows!

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