Yet this Maeonian, and the Mantuan Flame, And Congreve's Modern Fire all the same; All from one Source, in diff'rent Ages came. 'Twas hard, indeed, thus coming last, to climb, Against their advantageous Hill of Time; Yet still we find Priority of Days No Birth-right to Priority of Praise. Change but each Age, when these three Poets shone, Their Persons, to impartial Eyes, are ONE. Congreve had Homer been, in Homer's Time; Homer been Congreve, now, and wrote such British Rhime. Both could, with Magic Arts of Verse, alike, Rouze Souls to Arms, and warlike Passions strike.
