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6929	Milton, John	Poemata : Latin, Greek and Italian Poems by John Milton			.txt	text/plain	21294	2373	88	And by true virtue prove thy virtue's praise a truth. Why stain thy hands with blood of Human kind? The aid denied thee in thy native land. For thee the Aegis of thy God shall hide, Thou linger'st slumb'ring with thy wither'd mate,4 50 Soft whisp'ring airs shall lull thee to repose. What wonder then, thy verses are so sweet, And all the Muse shall rush into thy breast, Thy Muse, vain youth! Thou too, thy antient vegetative pow'r Was Phoebus' choice; thou hast thy gift, and I These verses also to thy praise the Nine2 Thy praise shall dwell on ev'ry shepherd's tongue; 40 Shall be thy future home, there dangle Thou Thou change thy Latin for a British song. Thou yet appear'st not in thy place Thy praise in verse to British ears unknown, Love-songs in language that thou little know'st? Who tend the flowers one day shall crown thy race.	./cache/6929.txt	./txt/6929.txt