Admir'd Salopia! that with venial pride
Eyes her bright form in Severn's ambient wave,
Fam'd for her loyal cares in perils try'd,

Her daughters lovely, and her ftriplings brave:
Ah! midft the reft, may flowers adorn his grave,
Whofe art did firft thefe dulcet cates display!
A motive fair to learning's imps he gave,
Who chearless o'er her darkling region stray;
Till reafon's morn arife, and light them on their way.

IN.

INSCRIPTION S.

I. On a Tablet against a Root-House.

HERE, in cool grot and moffy cell,

We rural fays and faeries dwell;

Though rarely feen by mortal eye,
When the pale moon, ascending high,

Darts through yon limes her quivering beams,
We frisk it near thefe cryftal ftreams.

Her beams, reflected from the wave,
Afford the light our revels crave;
The turf, with daifies broider'd o'er
Exceeds, we wot, the Parian floor;
Nor yet for artful ftrains we call,
But liften to the water's fall.

Would you then tafte our tranquil scene,
Be fure your bofoms be ferene;

Devoid of hate, devoid of ftrife,

Devoid of all that poifons life :
And much it 'vails you in their place,

To graft the love of human race.

And tread with awe these favour'd bowers,

Nor wound the shrubs, nor bruise the flowers;

So

So may your path with sweets abound;
So may your couch with reft be crown'd!
But harm betide the wayward fwain,
Who dares our hallow'd haunts profane!

GULIELMI SOMERVILE.

And on the opposite side,

G. S. POSVIT,

Debitâ fpargens lacrymâ favillam

Vatis amici.

III. To Mr. DODSLEY.

COME then, my friend, thy fylvan taste display,. Come hear thy Faunus tune his ruftic lay;

Ah, rather come, and in thefe dells difown
The care of other ftrains, and tune thine own.

S

IV. On the Back of a Gothic Seat.

HEPHERD, would'st thou here obtain
Pleafure unalloy'd with pain?

Joy that fuits the rural sphere?
Gentle Shepherd, lend an ear.

Learn to relish calm delight,
Verdant vales and fountains bright;
Trees that nod on floping hills,

ves that echo tinkling rille.

If

If thou canst no charm difclofe
In the fimpleft bud that blows ;
Go, forfake thy plain and fold,
Join the crowd, and toil for gold.
Tranquil pleafures never cloy;
Banish each tumultuous joy:
All but love for love infpires
Fonder wishes, warmer fires.
Love and all its joys be thine -
Yet, ere thou the reins refign,
Hear what Reafon feems to fay,
Hear attentive, and obey.

"Crimson leaves the rofe adorn,
"But beneath them lurks a thorn;
"Fair and flowery is the brake,
"Yet it hides the vengeful snake.

Think not fhe, whofe empty pride
"Dares the fleecy garb deride,
"Think not fhe, who, light and vain,
"Scorns the feep, can love the fwain.

"Artlefs deed and fimple drefs
"Mark the chofen fhepherdefs;
"Thoughts by decency control &,
"Well conceiv'd, and freely told...

"Senfe, that fhuns each confcious air,
"Wit, that falls ere well aware;
"Generous pity, prone to figh
"If her kid or lambkin die.

"Let

“Let not lucre, let not pride,

"Draw thee from such charms afide; "Have not those their proper sphere? "Gentler paffions triumph here.

"See, to sweeten thy repose.

"The bloffom buds, the fountain flows;
"Lo! to crown thy healthful board,
"All that milk and fruits afford.

“Seek no more—the rest is vain ;
"Pleasure ending soon in pain:
"Anguish lightly gilded o'er:

"Close thy wish, and seek no more.”

V. On the Back of a Gothic Alcove.

Ο

You that bathe in courtly blyffe,

Or toyle in fortune's giddy spheare;

Do not too rafhly deem amyffe

Of him that bydes contented here.

Nor yet difdeigne the rufset stoale,

Which o'er each careleffe lymbe he flyngs:

Nor yet deryde the beechen bowle,

In whyche he quaffs the lympid springs.

Forgive him, if at eve or dawne,
Devoide of worldlye cark he stray :
Or all befide fome flowerye lawne,

He waste his inoffenfive daye.

So