IV. So have I feen (who has not may conceive,) Of fport, of fong, of pleasure, of repast; May no bold Briton's riper age e'er taste ! Ne vision empty, vain, his native bliss destroy. Near to this dome is found a patch fo green, The noises intermix'd, which thence refound, Do Learning's little tenement betray: Where fits the dame, disguis'd in look profound, And eyes her fairy throng, and turns her wheel around. VI. Her cap, far whiter than the driven fnow, And And in her hand, for fcepter, fhe does wield And Fury uncontroul'd, and Chastisement unkind. Few but have ken'd, in femblance meet pourtray'd, Libs, Notus, Aufter: these in frowns array'd, The cott no more, I ween, were deem'd the cell, Where comely peace of mind, and decent order dwell. VIII. A ruffet ftole was o'er her fhoulders thrown; A ruffet kirtle fenc'd the nipping air; For they in gaping wonderment abound, [ground. And think, no doubt, fhe been the greatest wight on IX. Albeit IX. Albeit ne flatt'ry did corrupt her truth, Yet these she challeng'd, these she held right dear: But there was eke a Mind which did that title love. X. One ancient hen she took delight to feed, The plodding pattern of the bufy dame; Which, ever and anon, impell'd by need, Into her school, begirt with chickens, came; Such favour did her past deportment claim: And, if Neglect had lavish'd on the ground Fragment of bread, fhe would collect the fame; For well fhe knew, and quaintly could expound, What fin it were to waste the smallest crumb fhe found. XI. Herbs too she knew, and well of each could speak, That in her garden fipp'd the filv'ry dew; Where no vain flow'r disclos'd a gaudy streak ; Of Of grey renown, within those borders grew: And more I fain would fing, difdaining here to rhime. Yet Euphrafy may not be left unfung, That gives dim eyes to wander leagues around; To lurk amidst the labours of her loom, And crown her kerchiefs clean with mickle rare perfume. XIII. And here trim Rofmarine, that whilom crown'd The daintieft garden of the proudest peer; Ere, driven from its envy'd fite, it found A facred fhelter for its branches here; Where edg'd with gold its glitt'ring skirts appear. Simplicity then fought this humble cell, Nor ever would She more with thane and lordling dwell. XIV. Here XIV. Here oft the dame, on Sabbath's decent eve, Hymned fuch pfalms as Sternhold forth did mete, If winter 'twere, she to her hearth did cleave; But in her garden found a summer seat : Sweet melody! to hear her then repeat How Ifrael's fons, beneath a foreign king, While taunting foe-men did a fong intreat, All, for the Nonce, untuning every string, Up hung their useless lyres-small heart had they to fing. XV. For fhe was juft, and friend to virtuous lore, And lawny faints in fmould'ring flames did burn: Ah! dearest Lord, forefend, thilk days fhould e'er return. In elbow chair, like that of Scottish stem The |