Is now to be no more: the mufes' foes Humility reward, and punish pride; Ambition, int'reft, avarice, accufe: Thy incidents, perhaps, too thick are fown; At least but two can that good crime commit, Let thy own Gauls condemn thee, if they dare; Born there, but not for them, our fruitful foil With more increase rewards thy happy toil. Their tongue, enfeebled, is refin'd too much; And, like pure gold, it bends at ev'ry touch: Our sturdy Teuton yet will art obey, More fit for manly thought, and ftrengthen'd with allay. But whence art thou infpir'd, and thou alone, It moves our wonder, that a foreign guest best. 4 1 In under-praifing thy deferts, I wrong; Here find the first deficience of our tongue: Words, once my ftock, are wanting, to commend So great a poet, and fo good a friend.. CHESTERTON, in the County of HUNTINGDON, Efq; OW blefs'd is he, who leads a country life, HOW Unvex'd with anxious cares, and void of Who ftudying peace, and fhunning civil rage, And, to be lov'd himfelf, needs only to be known. come, From your award to wait their final doom; And, foes before, return in friendship home. Without their coft, you terminate the cause ; He to God's image, fhe to his was made; } So, farther from the fount the ftream at random ftray'd. How could he ftand, when, put to double pain, He must a weaker than himself sustain! Each might have ftood perhaps; but each alone; Two wrestlers help to pull each other down. Not that my verse would blemish all the fair; But yet if some be bad, 'tis wisdom to beware; And better shun the bait, than struggle in the fnare. Thus have you shunn'd, and fhun the marry'd state, Trusting as little as you can to fate. No porter guards the paffage of your door, T'admit the wealthy, and exclude the poor; For God, who gave the riches, gave the heart, To fanctify the whole, by giving part; Heaven, who forefaw the will, the means has wrought, And to the second fon a bleffing brought; But you, like Jacob, are Rebecca's heir. So may your ftores, and fruitful fields increase; And ever be you blefs'd, who live to blefs. As Ceres fow'd, where-e'er her chariot flew; As heaven in deserts rain'd the bread of dew So free to many, to relations most, You feed with manna your own Ifrael hoft. With crowds attended of your ancient race, You seek the champion sports, or sylvan chace: With well-breath'd beagles you furround the wood, Ev'n then, induftrious of the common good: And often have you brought the wily fox To fuffer for the firftlings of the flocks; Chas'd even amid the folds; and made to bleed, Like felons, where they did the murd❜rous deed. |