Admir'd Salopia! that with venial pride Her daughters lovely, and her ftriplings brave: IN INSCRIPTION S. I. On a Tablet against a Root-House. HERE, in cool grot and moffy cell, We rural fays and faeries dwell; Though rarely feen by mortal eye, Her beams, reflected from the wave, Would you then taste our tranquil fcene, Devoid of all that poisons life : And much it 'vails you in their place, And tread with awe these favour'd bowers, Nor wound the shrubs, nor bruise the flowers; So So may your path with sweets abound; II. On an UR N. INGENIO ET AMICITIAE GULIELMI SOMERVILE. And on the opposite fide, C G. S. POSVIT, Debitâ fpargens lacrymâ favillam Vatis amici. III. To Mr. DODSLEY. OME then, my friend, thy fylvan taste display, Come hear thy Faunus tune his ruftic lay; Ah, rather come, and in thefe dells difown "The care of other strains, and tune thine own. S IV. On the Back of a Gothic Seat. HEPHERD, would'st thou here obtain Joy that fuits the rural sphere? Learn to relifh calm delight, If thou canst no charm disclofe "Crimson leaves the rofe adorn, "Think not fhe, whofe empty pride "Think not the, who, light and vain, "Artlefs deed and fimple dress "Senfe, that shuns each confcious air, "If her kid or lambkin die. "Let "Let not lucre, let not pride, "Draw thee from fuch charms afide; "Have not thofe their proper fphere? "Gentler paffions triumph here. "See, to fweeten thy repofe. "The bloffom buds, the fountain flows; "Lo! to crown thy healthful board, "All that milk and fruits afford. "Seek no more-the reft is vain ; V. On the Back of a Gothic Alcove. You that bathe in courtly blyffe,` Or toyle in fortune's giddy spheare; Do not too rafhly deem amyffe Of him that bydes contented here. Nor yet difdeigne the ruffet ftoale, Which o'er each careleffe lymbe he flyngs: Nor yet deryde the beechen bowle, In whyche he quaffs the lympid fprings. Forgive him, if at eve or dawne, He waste his inoffenfive daye. So |