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Where-e'er the oak's thick branches ftretch
A broader browner shade;
Where-e'er the rude and mofs-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade*,
Befide fome water's rushy brink
With me the mufe fhall fit, and think
Still is the toiling hand of Care;
--------------- a bank, O'er-canopied with lufcious woodbine. Shak. Midf. Nig. Dream. +"Nare per aeftatem liquidam" Virg, Georg, lib. iv.
Some fhew their gayly-gilded trim
To Contemplation's fober eye +
And they that creep, and they that fly,
Alike the Bufy and the Gay
Methinks, I hear in accents low,
------fporting with quick glance
Milt. Par. Loft. Book vii.
While infects from the threshold preach, &c.
Poor Moralift! and what art thou?
"Thy joys no glittering female meets,