The worst in genius, measure and degree; For envy, hatred, malice, are but parts of thee. III. Or woud'st thou change the scene, and quit thy den, Where fpleen, by vapours dense begot and bred, Have rais'd their darkfome walls, and plac'd their thorny bed; There may'ft thou all thy bitterness unload, There may'st thou croak, in concert with the toad, The querulous frogs shall mix their dirge with thine, Th' ear-piercing hern, and plover screaming high, While million humming gnats fit œstrum shall supply IV. Away---away---behold an hideous band An herd of all thy minions are at hand, And ever looks around her as fhe walks, Foe to the virgins, and the poet's fame, A wither'd, time-deflow'red old maid, That ne'er enjoy'd love's ever facred flame. Hypo Hypocrify fucceeds with faint-like look, And elevates her hands and plods upon her book. And fqueamishly the knits her fcornful brow. They wait thy call, and mourn thy long delay, O DE BRI And broke the filence of the night, And thrice he call'd aloud the tardy fun, And thrice he hail'd the dawn's ambiguous light; Strong Labour got up with his pipe in his mouth, He lent new perfumes to breath of the south, Firft First of the village Colin was awake, Now the rural graces three Dance beneath yon maple tree; And pious Gratitude refounds Her morning hymn to heav'n.. All nature wakes---the birds unlock their throats, All alive o'er the lawn, Full glad of the dawn, The little lambkins play, Sylvia and Sol arise,---and all is day-- Come, my mates, let us work, And all hands to the fork, While the Sun fhines, our Hay-cocks to make, So fine is the Day, And fo fragrant the Hay, That the Meadow's as blithe as the Wake. Our |