Το Mr. THOMSON, On his unfinished Plan of a Poem, called the CASTLE OF INDOLENCE, in Spenfer's Style. By Dr. M O R E L L. I. S when the filk-worm, erft the tender care He refts fupine, imprifon'd in the maze, The which himself did make, the gathering of his days. II. So thou, they fay, from thy prolific brain, The which thy felf didft make, the gathering of thy power. III. But Venus, fuffering not her favourite worm Inftructs him to throw off his pristine form, When, lo eftfoons from the furrounding gloom, So may the God of Science and of Wit, Like thine own hero dight, fliest o'er the plains, Chaunting his peerless praise in never-dying strains. CON |