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Dear to the Muse is he, and well may
claim The grateful tribute of her sweetest lay; Who o'er the tomb of Genius strews the bay.Nor does he less deserve the meed of Fame, Whose pious hand repairs its half lost name, And broken sculpture, which Time's slow decay Hath marr'd, or Vandal hands have torn away.And such due rites and service as became The Muses' faithful votary hast thou paid. For all the treasured rolls of antient lore, Which deep research, and critic labour aid, The midnight lamp hath seen thine eye explore, From them of costly gems a wreath to braid, To deck his tomb, who sleeps on Avon's shore.
W. B. BUSBY, DEAN OF ROCHESTER.
Sept. 9, 1819.
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Φασι δε και Αρατον πυθεσθαι αυτου, [Τιμωνος] πως την Ομηρου ποίησιν ασφαλως κτησαιτο τον δε ειπειν, Ει τους αρχαιοις αντιγραφοις εντυγχανοι, , και μη τοις ηδη διωρθωμενοις. .
Diog. Laertii Timon. Amst. 4to. 1698, p. 600.
“And surely, if men, by the help of that blessed art of correcting old copies, proceed to amend, and upon private fancie doe presumne thus to alter publike records, shortly wee shall have just cause generally to esteeme those copies most correct, which least have been corrected.”—Explication of a place in Polybius, at the end of Sir H. Savile's Tacitus, Fo. 1622, p. 224, John Bill.
Quæ in veteribus libris reperta mutare imperiti solent, dum Librariorum insectari inscitiam volunt, suam confitentur.-Quint. L. ix. c. iv.
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