, where he describes himself when he was a Child, fallen asleep in a desart Wood, and covered with Leaves by the Turtles that took pity on him.

Me fabulosa Vulture in Apulo,
Altricis extra limen Apuliæ,
Ludo fatigatumque somno
Fronde novâ puerum palumbes
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[I]

have heard that the late Lord

Dorset

, who had the greatest Wit temper'd with the greatest

Candour,

[6]

and was one of the finest Criticks as well as the best Poets of his Age, had a numerous collection of old

English