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The passing pomp so dazzled from afar,
But with a dauntless and disdainful mien 271 It seem'd a triumph, rather than a war. (grew, Hurl'd back steel pills, and hit him on the spleea. Though wide the front, though gross the phalanx Chiron 5 attack'd Talthibius with such might, It look'd less dreadful as it ncarer grew.
One pass had paunch'd the huge hydropic knight, The adverse host for action straight prepare ; Who straight retreated to evade the wound, All eager to unveil the face of war. [field, But in a flood of apozem was drown'd. Their chiefs lace on their helms, and take the This Psylas6 saw, and to the victor said, And to their trusty squire resign the shield. 230 “Thou shalt not long survive th' anwieldy dead, To paint each knight, their ardour and alarms, Thy fate shall follow;" to confirm it, swore, Would ask the Muse that sung the frogs in arins. By th’image of Priapus, which he bore : 280
And now the signal summons to the fray; And rais'd an eagle stone, invoking loud Mock falcbions flash, and paltry ensigns play. On Cynthia, leaning o'er a silver cloud : Their patron god his silver bow-strings twangs; “Great queen of night, and empress of the seas, Tough harness rustles, and bold armour clangs; If faithful to thy midnight mysteries, The piercing caustics ply their spiteful power; If still observant of my early vows, Emetics ranch, and keen catharties scour; These hands have eas'd the mourning matron's The deadly drugs in double doses fy ;
Direct this rais'd avenging arm aright; (thross, And pestles peal a martial symphony. 240 So may loud cymbals aid thy labouring light."
Now from their levell’d syringes they pour He said, and let the ponderous fragment fly The liquid volley of a missive shower.
At Chiron, but learn'd Hermes put it by.
990 Not storms of sleet, which o'er the Baltic drive, Thougb the haranguing god survey'd the war, Push'd on by northern gusts such horrour give. That day the Muse's sons were not bis care; Like spouts in southern seas the deluge broke, Two friends, adepts, the Trismegists by name, And numbers sunk beneath th' impetuous stroke. Alike their features, and alike their fame; So when leviathans dispute the reign
As simpling near fair Tweed each sung by turn, And uncontrol'd dominion of the main ;
The listening river would neglect his um. From the rent rocks whole coral groves are torn, Those lives they fail'd to rescue by their skill, And isles of sea-weed on the waves are born; 250 | Their Muse could make immortal with her quil; Such watery stores from their spread nostrils fly, But learn'd inquiries after natures state 'Tis doubtful which is sea, and which is sky. Dissolv'd the league, and kindled a debate. 300
And now the staggering braves, led by despair, The one, for lofty labours fruitful known, Advance, and to return the charge prepare. Fill'd magazines with volumes of bis own. Each seizes for his shield a spacious scale, At his once-favour'd friend a tome he threw, And the brass weights fly thick as showers of hail. That from its birth had slept unseen till pow; Whole heaps of warriors welter on the ground, Stunn'd with the blow, the batter'd bard retird, With gally-pots and broken phials crown'd; Sunk down, and in a simile expir'd. Whilst empty jars the dire defeat resound.
And now the cohorts shake, the legions ply, Thus when some storm its crystal quarry rends, The yielding flanks confess the victory. And Jove in rattling showers of ice descends;[260 Stentor, undaunted still, with noble rage Mount Athos shakes the forests on his brow, Sprung through the battle, Querpo to engage. 310 Whilst down his wounded sides fresh torrents Fierce was the onset, the dispute was great, flow,
Both could not vanquish, 'neither would retreat; And leaves and limbs of trees o'erspread the Each combatant his adversary mauls, vale below.
With batter'd bed-pans, and stay'd urinals. But now, all order lost, promiscuous blows On Stentor's crest the useful chrystal breaks, Confus’dly fall; perplex'd the battle grows. And tears of amber gutter'd down his cheeks: From Stentor's 3 arm a massy opiate flies, But whilst the champion, as late rumours tell, And straight a deadly sleep clos'd Caru's eyes. Design d a sure decisive stroke, he fell : At Colon* great Sertorius buckthorn flung, (stung; And as the victor hovering o'er bim stood, Who with fierce gripes, like those of death, was With arms extended, thus the suppliant sued : 320
“When honour's lost, 't is a relief to die; Death's but a sure retreat from infamy.
But, to the lost if pity might be shown, Ver. 221. What Stentor offer'd was by most ap- Then pity mine, for such an infant grace
Reflect on young Querpuïdes thy son ; prov'd; But several voices several methods mor'd.
Smiles in his eyes and flatters in his face. At leogth th' adventurous heroes all agree
If he was near compassion be 'd create, T'expect the foe, and act defensively.
Or else lament his wretched parent's fate. Into the shop their bold battalions move,
Thine is the glory, and the field is thine; And what their chief commands, the rest approve.
To thee the lov'd Dispensary I resign." 330 Down from the walls they tear the shelves in baste,
At this the victors own such extasies, Which on their lank for palisades are plac'd;
As Memphian priests if their Osiris sneeze: And then behind the counter rang'd they stand,
Or champions with Olympic clangour fird; Their front so well secur'd, t'obey command.
Or simpering prudes with sprightly Nantz inspir'd; And now the scouts the adverse hosts descry,
Or Sultans rais'd from dungeons to a crown; Blue aprons in the air for colours fly:
Or fasting zealots when the sermon's done. With unresisted force they urge their way,
Awhile the chief the deadly stroke declin'l, And find the foe ennbattled in array.
And found compassion pleading in his mind. 3 Dr. Goodall against Dr. Tyson. • Dr. Birch. s Dr. Gill against Dr. Ridley, 6 Dr. Chamberlaina
But whilst he view'd with pity the distress'd, And now the delegate prepares to go
Thrice did the goddess with her sacred wand And, fir'd with more than mortal fury, said: The pavement strike; and straight at her com
“ Sooner than I'll from vow'd revenge desist, The willing surface opens, and descries [mand His Holiness shall turn a Quietist;
A deep descent that leads to nether skies. Jansenius and the Jesuits agree,
Hygeia to the silent region tends;
40 The inquisition wink at heresy,
And with his heavenly guide the charge descends. Warm convocations own the church secure, Thus Numa, when to hailow'd caves retir'd, And more consult her doctrine than her power." Was by Ægeria guarded and inspir'd. With that he drew a lancet in his rage,
Within the chambers of the globe they spy To puncture the still supplicating sage. 350 The beds where sleeping vegetables lie, But, while his thoughts that fatal stroke decree, Till the glad summons of a genial ray Apollo interpos'd in form of fee.
Unbinds the glebe, and calls them out to day. The chief great Pæan's golden tresses knew, Hence pancies trick themselves in various hue, He own'd the god, and his rais'd arm withdrew. And hence jonquils derive their fragrant dew;
Thus often at the Temple-stairs we've seen, Hence the carnation and the bashful rose 50 Two Tritons of a rough athletic mien,
Their virgin blushes to the morn disclose; Sourly dispute some quarrel of the food,
Hence the chaste lily rises to the light, With knuckles bruis'd, and face besmear'd in Unveils her snowy breasts, and charms the sight; blood;
Hence arbours are with twining greens array'd, But, at the first appearance of a fare,
T'oblige complaining lovers with their shade; Both quit the fray, and to their oars repair. 360 And hence on Daphne's laureld forehead grow The hero so his enterprise recalls,
linmortal wreaths for Phæbus and Nassau. His fist unclenches, and the weapon falls.
The insects here their lingering trance survive:
Benumb’d they seem'd, and doubtful if alive.
And stay for milder skies and softer air. While the shrill clangour of the battle rings, Down to these cells obscener reptiles creep, Auspicious Health appeared on Zephyr's wings; Where hateful nutes and painted lizards sleep; She seem'd a cherub most divinely bright,
Where shivering snakes the summer solstice wait; More soft than air, inore gay than morning-light. Unfurl their painted folds, and slide in state. A charm she takes from each excelling fair, Here their new form the numb'd erucæ hide And borrows Carlisle's shape, and Grafton's air.
Their numerous feet, in slender bandage tyd: Her eyes like Ranelagh's their beams dispense,
Soon as the kindling ear begins to rise, With Churchill's bloom, and Berkeley's innocence; This upstart race their native clod despise, On Iris thus the differing beams bestow
And proud of painted wings attempt the skies. 70 The dye, that paints the wonders of her bow; 10
Now those profounder regions they explore, From the fair nymph a rocal music falls,
Where metals ripen in vast cakes of ore.
• Enough, th' achievement of your arms you've The dull unwieldy mass of lumpish lead. You seek a triumph you should blush to own.
There, glimmering in their dawning beds, are seen “ Haste to th’Elysian fields, those bless'd abodes, The light aspiring seeds of sprightly tin. Where Harvey sits among the demi-gods.
The copper sparkles next in ruddy streaks; Consult that sacred sage, he 'll soon disclose
And in the gloom betrays its glowing cheeks. The method that must mollify these woes.
The silver then, with bright and burnish'd grace, Let Celsus 8 for that enterprise prepare,
Youth and a blooming lustre in its face,
80 His conduct to the Shades shall be my care.” 20 To th’arins of those more yielding metals fies, Aghast the heroes stood dissolv'd in fear,
And in the folds of their embraces lies. Ą form so heavenly bright they could not bear;
So close they cling, so stubbornly retire; Celsus, alone unmov'd, the sight beheld,
Their love's more violent than the chymist's fire. The rest in pale confusion left the field.
Near these the delegate with wonder spies
Where richest metals their bright looks put on, The puppets to their bodkin spears repair,
And golden streams through amber channels run; And scatter'd feathers flutter in the air;
Where light's gay god descends, to ripen gems, But, wben the buld iinperial bird of Jove
And lend a lustre brighter than bis beams. Stoops on his soundius pinions from above, 30
Here he observes the subterranean cells, Among the brakes the fairy nation crowds,
Where wanton Nature sports in idle shells. And the Strimonian squadron seeks the clouds.
Some helicoeids, some conical appear :
These, mitres emulate, those turbans are.
To ripen to a true metallic state:
'Till drops that from impending rocks descend
Their substance petrify, and progress end. ? Those members of the college that observe a Nigh, livid seas of kindled sulphur flow, late statute, are called by the apothecaries Sige And, whilst enrag'd, their fiery surges glow, 100 netur men.
Convulsions in the labouring mountains rise, 8 Dr. Bateman,
And hurl their melted vitals to the skies.
He views with horrour next the noisy cave, Physicians never linger on this strand :
To them the peopling of the realms below."
Now, as the goddess and her charge prepare Shook for his danger, but her own forgot. 110 | To breathe the sweets of soft Elysian air,
And now the goddess with her charge descends, Upon the left they spy a pensive shade, Whilst scarce one cheerful glimpse their steps be- Who on his bended arm had rais’d his head: 180 friends.
Pale grief sat heavy on his mournful look; Here his forsaken seat old Chaos keeps;
To whom, not unconcern'd, thus Celsus spoke: And, undisturb'd by form, in silence sleeps; “ Tell me, thou much afflicted shade, why sighs A grisly wight, and hideous to the eye,
Burst from your breast, and torrents from your An awkward lump of shapeless anarchy.
eyes: With sordid age bis features are defac'd;
And who those mangled manes are, which shor His lands unpeopled, and his countries waste. A sullen satisfaction at your woe ?" To these dark realms much learned lumber creeps, Since," said the ghost,“ with pity you'll attend, There copious Morton safe in silence sleeps; 190 Know, I'm Guaicum", once your firmest friend; Where musbroom libels in oblivion lie,
And on this barren beach in discontent And, soon as born, like other monsters, die. Am doom'd to stay, till th' angry powers relent. 190 Upon a couch of jet, in these abodes,
Those spectres, seam'd with scars, that threaten Dull Night, his melancholy consort, nods. The victims of my late ill-conduct are. (there, No ways and means their cabinet employ; They vex with endless clamours my repose: But their dark hours they waste in barren joy. This wants his palate; tbat demands bis nose:
Nigh this recess, with terrour they survey And here they execute stern Pluto's will, Where Death maintaios his dread tyrannic sıray. And ply me every moment with a pill.” In the close covert of a cypress grove,
Then Celsus thus: “O much-lamented state! Where goblins frisk, and airy spectres rove, 130 How rigid is the sentence you relate! Yawns a dark cave, with awful horrour wide, Methinks I recollect your former air, (were! And there the monarch's triumphs are descry'd; But ah, how much you 're chang'd from what you Confus'd, and wildly huddled to the eye,
Insipid as your late ptisans you lie,
201 The beggar's pouch and prince's purple lie; That once were sprightlier far than Mercury. Dim lamps with sickly rays scarce seem to glow; At the sad tale you tell, the poppies weep, Sighs heave in mournful moans, and tears o'erflow; And mourn their vegetable souls asleep; Restless Anxiety, forlorn Despair,
The unctuous larix, and the healing pine,
Lament your fate in tears of turpentine.
Within its dreadful jairs those furies wait, When bonfires blaze, your vagrant works shall rise Which execute the harsh decrees of Pate. In rockets, till they reach the wondering skies, 210 Febris is first: the bag relentless hears
“ If mortals e'er the Stygian powers could bead, The virgin's sighs, and sees the infant's tears. Entreaties to their awful seats I'd send. In her parch'd eye-balls fiery meteors reign; But, since no human arts the Fates dissuade, And restless ferments revel in each vein.
Direct me how to find bless'd Harvey's shade. Then Hydrops next appears amongst the in rain th' unhappy ghost still urg'd his stay; throng;
Then, rising from the ground, he show'd the way. Bloated, and big, she slowly sails along
Nigh the dull shore a shapeless mountain stood, But, like a miser, in excess she's poor,
That with a dreadful frown survey'd the flood. And pines for thirst amidst her watery store. 150 Its fearful brow no lively greens put on;
Now loathsome Lepra, that offensive spright, No frisking goats bound o'er the ridgy stone, 220 With foul eruptions stain'rl, offends the sight; To gain the summit the bright goddess try'd; Still deaf to beauty's soft persnading power; And Celsus follow'd, by degrees, his guide. Nerean bright Hehe's charins her bloom secure. Th'ascent thus conquer'd, now they tower on Whilst meagre Pthisis gives a silent blow,
high, Her strokes are sure, but her advances slow: And taste th' indulgence of a milder sky. No lond alarms, nor fierce assaults, are shown; Loose breezes on their airy pinions play, She starves the fortress first, then takes the town. Soft infant blossoms their chaste odours pay, Pehind stood crowds of much inferior fame, And roses blush their fragrant lives away. Too numerous to repeat, too foul to name; 160 Cool streams through flowery ineadows gently The vassals of their monarch's tyranny,
glide; Who, at his nod, on fatal errands fy.
And, as they pass, their painted banks they chide. Now Celsus, with his glorious guide, invades These blissful plains no blights nor mildews fear, The silent region of the fleeting shades;
The flowers ne'er fade, and shrubs are morties Where rocks and rueful deserts are descry'd, The morn awakes the tulip from her bed; (bere. And sullen Siye rolls down his lazy tide;
Ere noon in painted pride she decks her head, Then shows the ferry-man the plant he bore, Rob’d in rich dye she triumpbs on the green, Aird claims his passage to the further shore. And every flower does homage to their queen. 935 To whom the Stygian pilot, smiling, said, " You need no passport to demand our aiu. 170
9 Dr. Morton.
So, when bright Venus rises from the flood, Thus be
The delegate observes, with wondering eyes, 240 That cottages are courts where those appear. Ambrosial dews descend, and incense rise; Mankind, as you vouchsafe to smile or frown, Then hastens onward to the pensive grove, Finds ease in chains, or anguish in a crown. 310 The silent mansion of disastrous love.
“ With just resentments and contempt you see Here Jealousy with jaundic'd looks appears,
The foul dissensions of the faculty; And broken slumbers, and fantastic fears. How your sad sickening art now hangs her head, The widow'd turtle hangs her moulting wings, And, once a science, is become a trade. And to the woods in mournful murmurs sings. Her sons ne'er rifle her mysterious store, No winds but sighs there are, no flouds but tears; But study nature less, and lucre more. Each conscious tree a tragic signal bears.
Not so when Rome to th' Epidaurian rais'd Their wounded bark records some broken vow, A temple, where devoted incense blaz'd. And willow-garlands hang on every bough.
Oft father Tiber views the lofty fire, Olivia here in solitude he found,
As the learn'd son is worshipp'd like the sire; 320 Her down-cast eyes fix'd on the silent ground: The sage with Romulus like honours claim; Her dress neglected, and unbound her hair, The gift of life and laws were then the same, She seem'd the dying image of despair.
“ I show'd of old, how vital currents glide, How lately did this celebrated thing
And the meanders of the refluent tide. Blaze in the box, and sparkle in the ring; Then, Willis, why spontaneous actions here, Till the green-sickness and love's force betray'd And whence involuntary motions there: To Death's remorseless arms th' unhappy maid! And how the spirits, by mechanic laws,
All w'er confus'd the guilty lover stood, 260 In wild careers tumultuous riots cause. The light forsook his eyes, his cheeks the blood; Nor would our Wharton, Bates, and Glisson, lie An icy horrour shiverd in his look,
In the abyss of blind obscurity.
230 As to the cold-complexion'd nymph he spoke: But now such wondrous searches are forborn, “Telline, dear shade, from whence such anxious And Pæan's art is by divisions torn. care,
Then let your charge attend, and I'll explain Your looks disorder'd, and your bosom bare? How her lost health your science may regain. Crush'd by the weight of some relentless shower? From Heaven and great Nassau he has the mace. Your languid looks, your late ill-conduct tell; Th'oppress'd to his asylum still repair; Oh that, instead of trash, you 'd taken steel '" Arts he supports, and learning is his care, Stabb'd with th’unkind reproach, the conscious He softens the harsh rigour of the laws, [claws; maid
270 Blunts their keen edge, and grinds their harpy Thus to her late insulting lover said:
And graciously he casts a pitying eye 941 "When ladies listen not to loose desire,
On the sad state of virtuous poverty. [throng You style our modesty our want of fire:
When'er he speaks, Heaven! bow the listening Smile or forbid, encourage or reprove,
Dwells on the melting music of his tongue! You still find reasons to believe we love:
His arguments are emblems of his mien, Vainly you think a liking we betray,
Mild, but not faint, and forcing, though serene: And never mean the peevish things we say. And, when the power of eloquence he'd try, Few are the fair-ones of Rufilla's make,
Here lightning strikes you; there soft breezes sigh, Unask'd she grants, uninjur'd she 'll forsake: “ To him you must your sickly state refer, But several Cælias, several ages boast, 280 | Your charter claims him as your visiter. 350 That like, where reason recoinmends the most. Your wounds he'll c'ose, and sovereignly restore Where heavenly truth and tenderness conspire, Your science to the height it had before, [aim; Chaste passion may persuade us to desire."
“ Then Nassau's health shall be your glorious "Your sex," he cry'd,"as custom bids, behaves; His life sbouid be as lasting as his fame. In forms the tyrant ties such laughty slaves. Some princes' claiins from devastations spring; To do nice conduct right, you nature wrong;
He condescends in pity to be king; Impulses are but weak, where reason's strung. And, when amidst bis olives plac'd he stands, Some want the courage; but how few the flame! And governs more by candour than commands; They like the thing, that startle at the name, Ev’n then not less a hero he appears, The lonely Phønix, though profess'd a nun, 290 Than when his laurel-diadem he wears. 300 Warms into love, and kindles at the Sun;
“Would Phæbus, or his Granville, but inspire Those tales of spicy urns and fragrant fires Their sacred vehemence of poetic fire; Are but the emblems of her scorch'd desires." To celebrate in song that god-like power,
Then, as be strove to clasp the fleeting fair, Which did the labouring universe restore:
They hasten now to that delightful plain, “ Still may il' immortal man his cares repeat,
They 've strove for ruin long without success. Soon as the bright Hygeia was in view,
Wnen, late, Jove's eagle froin the pile shall rise The venerable sage her presence knew:
To bear the victor to the boundless skies,
Awhile the gods put off paternal care,
Let but his lordship write some poor lampoon, 15 Neglects the Earth, to give the Heavens a star. He's Horac'd up in doggrel like his own: Near thee, Alcides, shall the hero shine;
Or, if to rant in tragic rage he yields, His rays resembling, as his labours, thine. False Fame cries----" Athens;" honest Truth“ Had some fam'd patriot, of the Latian blood,
“Moorfields." Like Julius great, and like Octavius good, Thus fool'd, he flounces on through floods of iok; But thus preserv'd the Latian liberties, 380 Flags with full-sail; and rises but to sink. Aspiring columns soon had reach'd the skies: Some venal pens so prostitute the bays, Loud los the proud capitol had shook,
Their panegyrics lash; their satires praise. And all the statues of the gods had spoke.” So nauseously, and so unlike, they paint,
No more the sage his raptures could pursue: N's an Adonis; M—r, a saint.
That led in triumph Porus and Tallard.
That aims to make Salmoneus vie with Jove.
To form great works, puts Fate itself to pain; ADDRESSED TO THE RIGHT HON. THE EARL OF Ev'n Nature labours for a mighty man, CLARE, AFTERWARDS DUKE OF NEWCASTLE.
And, to perpetuate ber hero's fame, Dryadem sylvas, saltusque sequamur
She strains no less a poet next to frame. Intactos, tua, Mæcenas, haud mollia jussa. Virg. Rare as the hero's, is the poet's rage;
Churchills and Drydens rise but once an age. PREFACE
With earthquakes towering Pindar's birth begun; They that have seen those two excellent poems And an eclipse produc'd Alcmena's son. of Cooper's-hill and Windsor-forest; the one by The sire of gods o'er Phæbus cast a shade; sir J. Denham, the other by Mr. Pope; will show But, with a hero, well the world repaid. a great deal of candour if they approve of this. No bard for bribes should prostitute his vein; It was written upon giving the name of Claremont Nor dare to flatter where he should arraign. to a villa now belonging to the Earl of Clare. To grant big Thraso valour, Phormio sense, The situation is so agreeable and surprising, that Should indignation give, at least offence. it inclines one to think some place of this nature I hate such mercenaries, and would try put Ovid at first upon the story of Narcissus and From this reproach to rescue poetry. Echo. It is probable he had observed some spring Apollo's sons should scorn the servile art, arising amongst woods and rocks, where echos And to court-preachers leave the fulsome part. were heard; and some flower bending over the “What then"--you'll say, “Müst notrue sterling stream, and by consequence reflected from it. Because impure allays some coin debase?" (pass, After reading the story in the third book of the Yes, praise, if justly offerd, 1 'l allow; Metamorphosis, it is obvious to object (as an And, when I meet with merit, scribble too. 50 ingenious friend has already done) that the re The man who's honest, open, and a friend, newing the charms of a nymph, of which Ovid Glad to oblige, uneasy to offend; had dispossess'd her,
Forgiving others, to himself severe; - vox tantùm atque ossa supersunt,
Though earnest, easy; civil, yet sincere;
Who seldom but through great good-nature errs; is too great a violation of poetical authority. I Detesting fraud as much as flatterers; dare say the gentleman who is meant, would have 'T is he my Muse's homage should receive; been well pleased to have found no faults. There If I could write, or Holles could forgive. are not many authors one can say the same of:
But pardon, learned yottli, that I decline experience shows us every day that there are A name so lov'd by me, so lately thine. 60 writers who cannot bear a brother should suc When Pelham you resign’d, what could repair ceed, and the only refuge from their indignation A loss so great, unless Newcastle's heir? is by being inconsiderable; upon which reflection, Hydaspes, that the Asian plains divides, this thing ought to have a pretence to their favour. From his bright urn in purest crystal glides; They who would be more informed of what re
But, when new-gathering streams enlarge his lates to the ancient Britons, and the Druids their
course, priests, may consult Pliny, Ovid, and the other He's Iudus vam'd, and rolls with mightier force; classic authors that have mentioned them. In fabled floods of gold his current flows,
And wealth on nations, as he runs, bestows. What frenzy has of late possess’d the brain ! Direct me, Clare, to name some nobler Muse, Though few can write, yet fewer can refrain. That for her theme thy late recess may choose; 70 So rank our soil, our bards rise in such store, Such bright descriptions shall the subject dress, Their rich retaining patrons scarce are more. Such vary'd scenes, such pleasing images, The last indulge the fault the first commit; That swains shall leave their lawns, and symphs And take off still the offal of their wit.
their bowers, So shameless, so abandon'd, are their ways; And quit Arcadia for a seat like yours. They poach Parnassus, and lay snares for praise. But say, who shall attempt th' adventurous part None ever can without admirers live,
Where Nature borrow's dress from Vanbrugh's art? Who have a pension or a place to give. 10 If, by Apollo taught, he touch the lyre, Great ministers ne'er fail of great deserts; Stones mount in columns, palaces aspire, The berald gives them blood; the poet, parts. And rocks are animated with his fire. Sense is of course annex'd to wealth and power; 'Tis he can paint in verse those rising hills, 80 No Muse is proof against a golden showers Their gentle valleys, and their silver rills;