G By the late Mr. F. COVENTRY. ENIUS of Penshurst old! Who faw'ft the birth of each immortal oak, Here facred from the stroke; And all thy tenants of yon turrets bold, гя Inspir'ft to arts or arms; Where Sidney his Arcadian landscape drew, Genuine from thy Doric view; b And patriot Algernon unfhaken rose Above infulting foes; And Sacchariffa nurs'd her angel charms. Sir Philip Sidney ↳ Algernon Sidney. O fuffer O fuffer me with fober tread Nor does the heiress of these fhades deny Where Beauty fhines, and Friendship warm, With them in aged groves to walk, Here Nature no diftortion wears, Unlike the town-dame's haughty air, As modeft Fear is ever wont : Doric bards enamour'd told, While the pleas'd Arcadian vale But chief of Virtue's lovely train, A penfive exile on the plain, No longer active now to wield The hospitable rural feat, The spacious hall with tenants stor'd, Ere yet their Lares they forfook, And loft the genuine British look, The confcious brow of inward merit, The rough, unbending, martial fpirit, To live in city fmoaks obfcure, Where morn ne'er wakes her breezes pure, Where Where darkest midnight reigns at noon, But come, the minutes flit away, Lead me to the green retreats, C What Genius points to yonder oak? What rapture does my foul provoke? An oak in Penshurst park, planted the day Sir Philip Sidney was born, of which Ben Johnson Speaks in the fol lowing manner : That taller tree, which of a nut was fet, At his great birth, where all the Muses met. There let me hang a garland high, Which might to future ages fhew, That |