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-- -- Honos erit huic quoq; Pomo? Virg.

BOOK I.1.2To Orchats, timeliest when to press the Fruits,1.3Thy Gift, Pomona, in Miltonian Verse1.4Adventrous I presume to sing; of Verse1.5Nor skill'd, nor studious: But my Native Soil1.6Invites me, and the Theme as yet unsung.

1.7Ye Ariconian Knights, and fairest Dames,1.8To whom propitious Heav'n these Blessings grants,1.9Attend my Layes; nor hence disdain to learn,1.10How Nature's Gifts may be improv'd by Art.

1.11And thou, O Mostyn, whose Benevolence,1.12And Candor, oft experienc'd, Me vouchsaf'd1.13To knit in Friendship, growing still with Years,1.14Accept this Pledge of Gratitude and Love.1.15May it a lasting Monument remain1.16Of dear Respect; that, when this Body frail1.17Is moulder'd into Dust, and I become1.18As I had never been, late Times may know1.19I once was blest in such a matchless Friend.

1.20Who-e'er expects his lab'ring Trees shou'd bend1.21With Fruitage, and a kindly Harvest yield,1.22Be this his first Concern; to find a Tract1.23Impervious to the Winds, begirt with Hills,1.24That intercept the Hyperborean Blasts1.25Tempestuous, and cold Eurus nipping Force,1.26Noxious to feeble Buds: But to the West1.27Let him free Entrance grant, let Zephyrs bland1.28Administer their tepid genial Airs;1.29Naught fear he from the West, whose gentle Warmth1.30Discloses well the Earth's all-teeming Womb,1.31Invigorating tender Seeds; whose Breath1.32Nurtures the Orange, and the Citron Groves,1.33Hesperian Fruits, and wafts their Odours sweet1.34Wide thro' the Air, and distant Shores perfumes.1.35Nor only do the Hills exclude the Winds:1.36But, when the blackning Clouds in sprinkling Show'rs1.37Distill, from the high Summits down the Rain1.38Runs trickling; with the fertile Moisture chear'd,1.39The Orchats smile; joyous the Farmers see1.40Their thriving Plants, and bless the heav'nly Dew.

1.41Next, let the Planter, with Discretion meet,1.42The Force and Genius of each Soil explore;1.43To what adapted, what it shuns averse:1.44Without this necessary Care, in vain1.45He hopes an Apple-Vintage, and invokes1.46Pomona's Aid in vain. The miry Fields,1.47Rejoycing in rich Mold, most ample Fruit1.48Of beauteous Form produce; pleasing to Sight,1.49But to the Tongue inelegant and flat.1.50So Nature has decreed; so, oft we see1.51Men passing fair, in outward Lineaments1.52Elaborate; less, inwardly, exact.1.53Nor from the sable Ground expect Success,1.54Nor from cretaceous, stubborn and jejune:1.55The Must, of pallid Hue, declares the Soil1.56Devoid of Spirit; wretched He, that quaffs1.57Such wheyish Liquors; oft with Colic Pangs,1.58With pungent Colic Pangs distress'd, he'll roar,1.59And toss, and turn, and curse th' unwholsome Draught.1.60But, Farmer, look, where full-ear'd Sheaves of Rye1.61Grow wavy on the Tilth, that Soil select1.62For Apples; thence thy Industry shall gain1.63Ten-fold Reward; thy Garners, thence with Store1.64Surcharg'd, shall burst; thy Press with purest Juice1.65Shall flow, which, in revolving Years, may try1.66Thy feeble Feet, and bind thy fault'ring Tongue.1.67Such is the Kentchurch, such Dantzeyan Ground,1.68Such thine, O learned Brome, and Capel such,1.69Willisian Burlton, much-lov'd Geers his Marsh,1.70And Sutton-Acres, drench'd with Regal Blood1.71Of Ethelbert, when to th' unhallow'd Feast1.72Of Mercian Offa he invited came,1.73To treat of Spousals: Long connubial Joys1.74He promis'd to himself, allur'd by Fair1.75Elfrida's Beauty; but deluded dy'd1.76In height of Hopes -- Oh! hardest Fate, to fall1.77By Shew of Friendship, and pretended Love!

1.78I nor advise, nor reprehend the Choice1.79Of Marcley-Hill; the Apple no where finds1.80A kinder Mold: Yet 'tis unsafe to trust1.81Deceitful Ground: Who knows but that, once more,1.82This Mount may journey, and, his present Site1.83Forsaking, to thy Neighbours Bounds transfer1.84The goodly Plants, affording Matter strange1.85For Law-Debates? If, therefore, thou incline1.86To deck this Rise with Fruits of various Tastes,1.87Fail not by frequent Vows t' implore Success;1.88Thus piteous Heav'n may fix the wand'ring Glebe.

1.89But if (for Nature doth not share alike1.90Her Gifts) an happy Soil shou'd be with-held;1.91If a penurious Clay shou'd be thy Lot,1.92Or rough unweildy Earth, nor to the Plough,1.93Nor to the Cattle kind, with sandy Stones1.94And Gravel o'er-abounding, think it not1.95Beneath thy Toil; the sturdy Pear-tree here1.96Will rise luxuriant, and with toughest Root1.97Pierce the obstructing Grit, and restive Marle.

1.98Thus naught is useless made; nor is there Land,1.99But what, or of it self, or else compell'd,1.100Affords Advantage. On the barren Heath1.101The Shepherd tends his Flock, that daily crop1.102Their verdant Dinner from the mossie Turf,1.103Sufficient; after them the Cackling Goose,1.104Close-grazer, finds wherewith to ease her Want.1.105What shou'd I more? Ev'n on the cliffy Height1.106Of Penmenmaur, and that Cloud-piercing Hill,1.107Plinlimmon, from afar the Traveller kens1.108Astonish'd, how the Goats their shrubby Brouze1.109Gnaw pendent; nor untrembling canst thou see,1.110How from a scraggy Rock, whose Prominence1.111Half overshades the Ocean, hardy Men,1.112Fearless of rending Winds, and dashing Waves,1.113Cut Sampire, to excite the squeamish Gust1.114Of pamper'd Luxury. Then, let thy Ground1.115Not lye unlabour'd; if the richest Stem1.116Refuse to thrive, yet who wou'd doubt to plant1.117Somewhat, that may to Human Use redound,1.118And Penury, the worst of Ills, remove?

1.119There are, who, fondly studious of Increase,1.120Rich Foreign Mold on their ill-natur'd Land1.121Induce laborious, and with fatning Muck1.122Besmear the Roots; in vain! the nurseling Grove1.123Seems fair awhile, cherish'd with foster Earth:1.124But, when the alien Compost is exhaust,1.125It's native Poverty again prevails.

1.126Tho' this Art fails, despond not; little Pains,1.127In a due Hour employ'd, great Profit yield.1.128Th' Industrious, when the Sun in Leo rides,1.129And darts his sultriest Beams, portending Drought,1.130Forgets not at the Foot of ev'ry Plant1.131To sink a circling Trench, and daily pour1.132A just Supply of alimental Streams,1.133Exhausted Sap recruiting; else, false Hopes1.134He cherishes, nor will his Fruit expect1.135Th' autumnal Season, but, in Summer's Pride,1.136When other Orchats smile, abortive fail.

1.137Thus the great Light of Heav'n, that in his Course1.138Surveys and quickens all things, often proves1.139Noxious to planted Fields, and often Men1.140Perceive his Influence dire: sweltring they run1.141To Grots, and Caves, and the cool Umbrage seek1.142Of woven Arborets, and oft the Rills1.143Still streaming fresh revisit, to allay1.144Thirst inextinguishable: But if the Spring1.145Preceding shou'd be destitute of Rain,1.146Or Blast Septentrional with brushing Wings1.147Sweep up the smoaky Mists, and Vapours damp,1.148Then wo to Mortals! Titan then exerts1.149His Heat intense, and on our Vitals preys;1.150Then Maladies of various Kinds, and Names1.151Unknown, malignant Fevers, and that Foe1.152To blooming Beauty, which imprints the Face1.153Of fairest Nymph, and checks our growing Love,1.154Reign far and near; grim Death, in different Shapes,1.155Depopulates the Nations, thousands fall1.156His Victims, Youths, and Virgins, in their Flower,1.157Reluctant die, and sighing leave their Loves1.158Unfinish'd, by infectious Heav'n destroy'd.

1.159Such Heats prevail'd, when fair Eliza, last1.160Of Winchcomb's Name (next Thee in Blood, and Worth,1.161O fairest St. John!) left this toilsome World1.162In Beauty's Prime, and sadden'd all the Year:1.163Nor cou'd her Virtues, nor repeated Vows1.164Of thousand Lovers, the relentless Hand1.165Of Death arrest; She with the Vulgar fell,1.166Only distinguish'd by this humble Verse.

1.167But if it please the Sun's intemp'rate Force1.168To know, attend; whilst I of ancient Fame1.169The Annals trace, and image to thy Mind,1.170How our Fore-fathers, (luckless Men!) ingulft1.171By the wide yawning Earth, to Stygian Shades1.172Went quick, in one sad Sepulchre enclos'd.

1.173In elder Days, e'er yet the Roman Bands1.174Victorious, this our Other World subdu'd,1.175A spacious City stood, with firmest Walls1.176Sure mounded, and with numerous Turrets crown'd,1.177Aerial Spires, and Citadels, the Seat1.178Of Kings, and Heroes resolute in War,1.179Fam'd Ariconium; uncontroul'd, and free,1.180'Till all-subduing Latian Arms prevail'd.1.181Then also, tho' to foreign Yoke submiss,1.182She undemolish'd stood, and even 'till now1.183Perhaps had stood, of ancient British Art1.184A pleasing Monument, not less admir'd1.185Than what from Attic, or Etruscan Hands1.186Arose; had not the Heav'nly Pow'rs averse1.187Decreed her final Doom: For now the Fields1.188Labour'd with Thirst, Aquarius had not shed1.189His wonted Show'rs, and Sirius parch'd with Heat1.190Solstitial the green Herb: Hence 'gan relax1.191The Ground's Contexture, hence Tartarean Dregs,1.192Sulphur, and nitrous Spume, enkindling fierce,1.193Bellow'd within their darksom Caves, by far1.194More dismal than the loud disploded Roar1.195Of brazen Enginry, that ceaseless storm1.196The Bastion of a well-built City, deem'd1.197Impregnable: Th' infernal Winds, 'till now1.198Closely imprison'd, by Titanian Warmth,1.199Dilating, and with unctuous Vapours fed,1.200Disdain'd their narrow Cells; and, their full Strength1.201Collecting, from beneath the solid Mass1.202Upheav'd, and all her Castles rooted deep1.203Shook from their lowest Seat; old Vaga's Stream,1.204Forc'd by the sudden Shock, her wonted Track1.205Forsook, and drew her humid Train aslope,1.206Crankling her Banks: And now the low'ring Sky,1.207And baleful Lightning, and the Thunder, Voice1.208Of angry Gods, that rattled solemn, dismaid1.209The sinking Hearts of Men. Where shou'd they turn1.210Distress'd? Whence seek for Aid? when from below1.211Hell threatens, and ev'n Fate supreme gives Signs1.212Of Wrath and Desolation? Vain were Vows,1.213And Plaints, and suppliant Hands, to Heav'n erect!1.214Yet some to Fanes repair'd, and humble Rites1.215Perform'd to Thor, and Woden, fabled Gods,1.216Who with their Vot'ries in one Ruin shar'd,1.217Crush'd, and o'erwhelm'd. Others, in frantick Mood,1.218Run howling thro' the Streets, their hideous Yells1.219Rend the dark Welkin; Horror stalks around,1.220Wild-staring, and, his sad Concomitant,1.221Despair, of abject Look: At ev'ry Gate1.222The thronging Populace with hasty Strides1.223Press furious, and, too eager of Escape,1.224Obstruct the easie Way; the rocking Town1.225Supplants their Footsteps; to, and fro, they reel1.226Astonish'd, as o'er-charg'd with Wine; when lo!1.227The Ground adust her riven Mouth disparts,1.228Horrible Chasm, profound! with swift Descent1.229Old Ariconium sinks, and all her Tribes,1.230Heroes, and Senators, down to the Realms1.231Of endless Night. Mean while, the loosen'd Winds1.232Infuriate, molten Rocks and flaming Globes1.233Hurl'd high above the Clouds; 'till, all their Force1.234Consum'd, her rav'nous Jaws th' Earth satiate clos'd.1.235Thus this fair City fell, of which the Name1.236Survives alone; nor is there found a Mark,1.237Whereby the curious Passenger may learn1.238Her ample Site, save Coins, and mould'ring Urns,1.239And huge unweildy Bones, lasting Remains1.240Of that Gigantic Race; which, as he breaks1.241The clotted Glebe, the Plowman haply finds,1.242Appall'd. Upon that treacherous Tract of Land,1.243She whilome stood; now Ceres, in her Prime,1.244Smiles fertile, and, with ruddiest Freight bedeckt,1.245The Apple-Tree, by our Fore-fathers Blood1.246Improv'd, that now recalls the devious Muse,1.247Urging her destin'd Labours to persue.

1.248The Prudent will observe, what Passions reign1.249In various Plants (for not to Man alone,1.250But all the wide Creation, Nature gave1.251Love, and Aversion): Everlasting Hate1.252The Vine to Ivy bears, nor less abhors1.253The Coleworts Rankness; but, with amorous Twine,1.254Clasps the tall Elm: the Pæstan Rose unfolds1.255Her Bud, more lovely, near the fetid Leek,1.256(Crest of stout Britons,) and inhances thence1.257The Price of her celestial Scent: The Gourd,1.258And thirsty Cucumer, when they perceive1.259Th' approaching Olive, with Resentment fly1.260Her fatty Fibres, and with Tendrils creep1.261Diverse, detesting Contact; whilst the Fig1.262Contemns not Rue, nor Sage's humble Leaf,1.263Close neighbouring: The Herefordian Plant1.264Caresses freely the contiguous Peach,1.265Hazel, and weight-resisting Palm, and likes1.266T' approach the Quince, and th' Elder's pithy Stem;1.267Uneasie, seated by funereal Yeugh,1.268Or Walnut, (whose malignant Touch impairs1.269All generous Fruits), or near the bitter Dews1.270Of Cherries. Therefore, weigh the Habits well1.271Of Plants, how they associate best, nor let1.272Ill Neighbourhood corrupt thy hopeful Graffs.

1.273Wouldst thou, thy Vats with gen'rous Juice should froth?1.274Respect thy Orchats; think not, that the Trees1.275Spontaneous will produce an wholsom Draught.1.276Let Art correct thy Breed; from Parent Bough1.277A Cyon meetly sever; after, force1.278A way into the Crabstock's close-wrought Grain1.279By Wedges, and within the living Wound1.280Enclose the Foster Twig; nor over-nice1.281Refuse with thy own Hands around to spread1.282The binding Clay: Ee'r-long their differing Veins1.283Unite, and kindly Nourishment convey1.284To the new Pupil; now he shoots his Arms1.285With quickest Growth; now shake the teeming Trunc,1.286Down rain th' impurpl'd Balls, ambrosial Fruit.1.287Whether the Wilding's Fibres are contriv'd1.288To draw th' Earth's purest Spirit, and resist1.289It's Feculence, which in more porous Stocks1.290Of Cyder-Plants finds Passage free, or else1.291The native Verjuice of the Crab, deriv'd1.292Thro' th' infix'd Graff, a grateful Mixture forms1.293Of tart and sweet; whatever be the Cause,1.294This doubtful Progeny by nicest Tastes1.295Expected best Acceptance finds, and pays1.296Largest Revenues to the Orchat-Lord.

1.297Some think, the Quince and Apple wou'd combine1.298In happy Union; Others fitter deem1.299The Sloe-Stem bearing Sylvan Plums austere.1.300Who knows but Both may thrive? Howe'er, what loss1.301To try the Pow'rs of Both, and search how far1.302Two different Natures may concur to mix1.303In close Embraces, and strange Off-spring bear?1.304Thoul't find that Plants will frequent Changes try,1.305Undamag'd, and their marriageable Arms1.306Conjoin with others. So Silurian Plants1.307Admit the Peache's odoriferous Globe,1.308And Pears of sundry Forms; at diff'rent times1.309Adopted Plums will aliene Branches grace;1.310And Men have gather'd from the Hawthorn's Branch1.311Large Medlars, imitating regal Crowns.

1.312Nor is it hard to beautifie each Month1.313With Files of particolour'd Fruits, that please1.314The Tongue, and View, at once. So Maro's Muse,1.315Thrice sacred Muse! commodious Precepts gives1.316Instructive to the Swains, not wholly bent1.317On what is gainful: Sometimes she diverts1.318From solid Counsels, shews the Force of Love1.319In savage Beasts; how Virgin Face divine1.320Attracts the hapless Youth thro' Storms, and Waves,1.321Alone, in deep of Night: Then she describes1.322The Scythian Winter, nor disdains to sing,1.323How under Ground the rude Riphæan Race1.324Mimic brisk Cyder with the Brakes Product wild;1.325Sloes pounded, Hips, and Servis' harshest Juice.

1.326Let sage Experience teach thee all the Arts1.327Of Grafting, and In-Eyeing; when to lop1.328The flowing Branches; what Trees answer best1.329From Root, or Kernel: She will best the Hours1.330Of Harvest, and Seed-time declare; by Her1.331The diff'rent Qualities of things were found,1.332And secret Motions; how with heavy Bulk1.333Volatile Hermes, fluid and unmoist,1.334Mounts on the Wings of Air; to Her we owe1.335The Indian Weed, unknown to ancient Times,1.336Nature's choice Gift, whose acrimonious Fume1.337Extracts superfluous Juices, and refines1.338The Blood distemper'd from its noxious Salts;1.339Friend to the Spirits, which with Vapours bland1.340It gently mitigates, Companion fit1.341Of Pleasantry, and Wine; nor to the Bards1.342Unfriendly, when they to the vocal Shell1.343Warble melodious their well-labour'd Songs.1.344She found the polish'd Glass, whose small Convex1.345Enlarges to ten Millions of Degrees1.346The Mite, invisible else, of Nature's Hand1.347Least Animal; and shews, what Laws of Life1.348The Cheese-Inhabitants observe, and how1.349Fabrick their Mansions in the harden'd Milk,1.350Wonderful Artists! But the hidden Ways1.351Of Nature wouldst thou know? how first she frames1.352All things in Miniature? thy Specular Orb1.353Apply to well-dissected Kernels; lo!1.354Strange Forms arise, in each a little Plant1.355Unfolds its Boughs: observe the slender Threads1.356Of first-beginning Trees, their Roots, their Leaves,1.357In narrow Seeds describ'd; Thou'lt wond'ring say,1.358An inmate Orchat ev'ry Apple boasts.1.359Thus All things by Experience are display'd,1.360And Most improv'd. Then sedulously think1.361To meliorate thy Stock; no Way, or Rule1.362Be unassay'd; prevent the Morning Star1.363Assiduous, nor with the Western Sun1.364Surcease to work; lo! thoughtful of Thy Gain,1.365Not of my Own, I all the live-long Day1.366Consume in Meditation deep, recluse1.367From human Converse, nor, at shut of Eve,1.368Enjoy Repose; but oft at Midnight Lamp1.369Ply my brain-racking Studies, if by chance1.370Thee I may counsel right; and oft this Care1.371Disturbs me slumbring. Wilt thou then repine1.372To labour for thy Self? and rather chuse1.373To lye supinely, hoping, Heav'n will bless1.374Thy slighted Fruits, and give thee Bread unearn'd?

1.375'Twill profit, when the Stork, sworn-Foe of Snakes,1.376Returns, to shew Compassion to thy Plants,1.377Fatigu'd with Breeding. Let the arched Knife1.378Well sharpen'd now assail the spreading Shades1.379Of Vegetables, and their thirsty Limbs1.380Dissever: for the genial Moisture, due1.381To Apples, otherwise mispends it self1.382In barren Twigs, and, for th' expected Crop,1.383Naught but vain Shoots, and empty Leaves abound.

1.384When swelling Buds their od'rous Foliage shed,1.385And gently harden into Fruit, the Wise1.386Spare not the little Off-springs, if they grow1.387Redundant; but the thronging Clusters thin1.388By kind Avulsion: else, the starv'ling Brood,1.389Void of sufficient Sustenance, will yield1.390A slender Autumn; which the niggard Soul1.391Too late shall weep, and curse his thrifty Hand,1.392That would not timely ease the pond'rous Boughs.

1.393It much conduces, all the Cares to know1.394Of Gard'ning, how to scare nocturnal Thieves,1.395And how the little Race of Birds, that hop1.396From Spray to Spray, scooping the costliest Fruit1.397Insatiate, undisturb'd. Priapus' Form1.398Avails but little; rather guard each Row1.399With the false Terrors of a breathless Kite.1.400This done, the timorous Flock with swiftest Wing1.401Scud thro' the Air; their Fancy represents1.402His mortal Talons, and his rav'nous Beak1.403Destructive; glad to shun his hostile Gripe,1.404They quit their Thefts, and unfrequent the Fields.

1.405Besides, the filthy Swine will oft invade1.406Thy firm Inclosure, and with delving Snout1.407The rooted Forest undermine: forthwith1.408Alloo thy furious Mastiff, bid him vex1.409The noxious Herd, and print upon their Ears1.410A sad Memorial of their past Offence.

1.411The flagrant Procyon will not fail to bring1.412Large Shoals of slow House-bearing Snails, that creep1.413O'er the ripe Fruitage, paring slimy Tracts1.414In the sleek Rinds, and unprest Cyder drink.1.415No Art averts this Pest; on Thee it lyes,1.416With Morning and with Evening Hand to rid1.417The preying Reptiles; nor, if wise, wilt thou1.418Decline this Labour, which it self rewards1.419With pleasing Gain, whilst the warm Limbec draws1.420Salubrious Waters from the nocent Brood.

1.421Myriads of Wasps now also clustering hang,1.422And drain a spurious Honey from thy Groves,1.423Their Winter Food; tho' oft repulst, again1.424They rally, undismay'd: but Fraud with ease1.425Ensnares the noisom Swarms; let ev'ry Bough1.426Bear frequent Vials, pregnant with the Dregs1.427Of Moyle, or Mum, or Treacle's viscous Juice;1.428They, by th' alluring Odor drawn, in haste1.429Fly to the dulcet Cates, and crouding sip1.430Their palatable Bane; joyful thou'lt see1.431The clammy Surface all o'er-strown with Tribes1.432Of greedy Insects, that with fruitless Toil1.433Flap filmy Pennons oft, to extricate1.434Their Feet, in liquid Shackles bound, 'till Death1.435Bereave them of their worthless Souls: Such doom1.436Waits Luxury, and lawless Love of Gain!

1.437Howe'er thou maist forbid external Force,1.438Intestine Evils will prevail; damp Airs,1.439And rainy Winters, to the Centre pierce1.440Of firmest Fruits, and by unseen Decay1.441The proper Relish vitiate: then the Grub1.442Oft unobserv'd invades the vital Core,1.443Pernicious Tenant, and her secret Cave1.444Enlarges hourly, preying on the Pulp1.445Ceaseless; mean while the Apple's outward Form1.446Delectable the witless Swain beguiles,1.447'Till, with a writhen Mouth, and spattering Noise,1.448He tastes the bitter Morsel, and rejects1.449Disrelisht; not with less Surprize, then when1.450Embattled Troops with flowing Banners pass1.451Thro' flow'ry Meads delighted, nor distrust1.452The smiling Surface; whilst the cavern'd Ground,1.453With Grain incentive stor'd, by suddain Blaze1.454Bursts fatal, and involves the Hopes of War1.455In firy Whirles; full of victorious Thoughts,1.456Torn and dismembred, they aloft expire.

1.457Now turn thine Eye to view Alcinous' Groves,1.458The Pride of the Phæacian Isle, from whence,1.459Sailing the Spaces of the boundless Deep,1.460To Ariconium pretious Fruits arriv'd:1.461The Pippin burnisht o'er with Gold, the Moile1.462Of sweetest hony'd Taste, the fair Permain,1.463Temper'd, like comliest Nymph, with red and white.1.464Salopian Acres flourish with a Growth1.465Peculiar, styl'd the Ottley: Be thou first1.466This Apple to transplant; if to the Name1.467It's Merit answers, no where shalt thou find1.468A Wine more priz'd, or laudable of Taste.1.469Nor does the Eliot least deserve thy Care,1.470Nor John-Apple, whose wither'd Rind, entrencht1.471With many a Furrow, aptly represents1.472Decrepid Age; nor that from Harvey nam'd,1.473Quick-relishing: Why should we sing the Thrift,1.474Codling, or Pomroy, or of pimpled Coat1.475The Russet, or the Cats-Head's weighty Orb,1.476Enormous in its Growth; for various Use1.477Tho' these are meet, tho' after full repast1.478Are oft requir'd, and crown the rich Desert?

1.479What, tho' the Pear-Tree rival not the Worth,1.480Of Ariconian Products? yet her Freight1.481Is not contemn'd, yet her wide-branching Arms1.482Best screen thy Mansion from the fervent Dog1.483Adverse to Life; the wintry Hurricanes1.484In vain imploy their Roar, her Trunc unmov'd1.485Breaks the strong Onset, and controls their Rage.1.486Chiefly the Bosbury, whose large Increase,1.487Annual, in sumptuous Banquets claims Applause.1.488Thrice acceptable Bev'rage! could but Art1.489Subdue the floating Lee, Pomona's self1.490Would dread thy Praise, and shun the dubious Strife.1.491Be it thy Choice, when Summer-Heats annoy,1.492To sit beneath her leafy Canopy,1.493Quaffing rich Liquids: Oh! how sweet t' enjoy,1.494At once her Fruits, and hospitable Shade!

1.495But how with equal Numbers shall we match1.496The Musk's surpassing Worth! that earliest gives1.497Sure hopes of racy Wine, and in its Youth,1.498Its tender Nonage, loads the spreading Boughs1.499With large and juicy Off-spring, that defies1.500The Vernal Nippings, and cold Syderal Blasts!1.501Yet let her to the Read-streak yield, that once1.502Was of the Sylvan Kind, unciviliz'd,1.503Of no Regard, 'till Scudamore's skilful Hand1.504Improv'd her, and by courtly Discipline1.505Taught her the savage Nature to forget:1.506Hence styl'd the Scudamorean Plant; whose Wine1.507Who-ever tastes, let him with grateful Heart1.508Respect that ancient loyal House, and wish1.509The noble Peer, that now transcends our Hopes1.510In early Worth, his Country's justest Pride,1.511Uninterrupted Joy, and Health entire.

1.512Let every Tree in every Garden own1.513The Red-streak as supream; whose pulpous Fruit1.514With Gold irradiate, and Vermilian shines1.515Tempting, not fatal, as the Birth of that1.516Primæval interdicted Plant, that won1.517Fond Eve in hapless Hour to taste, and die.1.518This, of more bounteous Influence, inspires1.519Poetic Raptures, and the lowly Muse1.520Kindles to loftier Strains; even I perceive1.521Her sacred Virtue. See! the Numbers flow1.522Easie, whilst, chear'd with her nectareous Juice,1.523Hers, and my Country's Praises I exalt.1.524Hail Herefordian Plant, that dost disdain1.525All other Fields! Heav'n's sweetest Blessing, hail!1.526Be thou the copious Matter of my Song,1.527And Thy choice Nectar; on which always waits1.528Laughter, and Sport, and care-beguiling Wit,1.529And Friendship, chief Delight of Human Life.1.530What shou'd we wish for more? or why, in quest1.531Of Foreign Vintage, insincere, and mixt,1.532Traverse th' extreamest World? Why tempt the Rage1.533Of the rough Ocean? when our native Glebe1.534Imparts, from bounteous Womb, annual Recruits1.535Of Wine delectable, that far surmounts1.536Gallic, or Latin Grapes, or those that see1.537The setting Sun near Calpe's tow'ring Height.1.538Nor let the Rhodian, nor the Lesbian Vines1.539Vaunt their rich Must, nor let Tokay contend1.540For Sov'ranty; Phanæus self must bow1.541To th' Ariconian Vales: And shall we doubt1.542T' improve our vegetable Wealth, or let1.543The Soil lye idle, which, with fit Manure,1.544Will largest Usury repay, alone1.545Impower'd to supply what Nature asks1.546Frugal, or what nice Appetite requires?1.547The Meadows here, with bat'ning Ooze enrich'd,1.548Give Spirit to the Grass; three Cubits high1.549The jointed Herbage shoots; th' unfallow'd Glebe1.550Yearly o'ercomes the Granaries with Store1.551Of Golden Wheat, the Strength of Human Life.1.552Lo, on auxiliary Poles, the Hops1.553Ascending spiral, rang'd in meet Array!1.554Lo, how the Arable with Barley-Grain1.555Stands thick, o'er-shadow'd, to the thirsty Hind1.556Transporting Prospect! These, as modern Use1.557Ordains, infus'd, an Auburn Drink compose,1.558Wholesome, of deathless Fame. Here, to the Sight,1.559Apples of Price, and plenteous Sheaves of Corn,1.560Oft interlac'd occurr, and both imbibe1.561Fitting congenial Juice; so rich the Soil,1.562So much does fructuous Moisture o'er-abound!1.563Nor are the Hills unamiable, whose Tops1.564To Heav'n aspire, affording Prospect sweet1.565To Human Ken; nor at their Feet the Vales1.566Descending gently, where the lowing Herd1.567Chews verd'rous Pasture; nor the yellow Fields1.568Gaily' enterchang'd, with rich Variety1.569Pleasing, as when an Emerald green, enchas'd1.570In flamy Gold, from the bright Mass acquires1.571A nobler Hue, more delicate to Sight.1.572Next add the Sylvan Shades, and silent Groves,1.573(Haunt of the Druids) whence the Hearth is fed1.574With copious Fuel; whence the sturdy Oak,1.575A Prince's Refuge once, th' æternal Guard1.576Of England's Throne, by sweating Peasants fell'd,1.577Stems the vast Main, and bears tremendous War1.578To distant Nations, or with Sov'ran Sway1.579Aws the divided World to Peace and Love.1.580Why shou'd the Chalybes, or Bilboa boast1.581Their harden'd Iron; when our Mines produce1.582As perfect Martial Ore? Can Tmolus' Head1.583Vie with our Safron Odours? Or the Fleece1.584Bætic, or finest Tarentine, compare1.585With Lemster's silken Wool? Where shall we find1.586Men more undaunted, for their Country's Weal1.587More prodigal of Life? In ancient Days,1.588The Roman Legions, and great Cæsar found1.589Our Fathers no mean Foes: And Cressy Plains,1.590And Agincourt, deep-ting'd with Blood, confess1.591What the Silures Vigour unwithstood1.592Cou'd do in rigid Fight; and chiefly what1.593Brydges' wide-wasting Hand, first Garter'd Knight,1.594Puissant Author of great Chandois' Stemm,1.595High Chandois, that transmits Paternal Worth,1.596Prudence, and ancient Prowess, and Renown,1.597T' his Noble Off-spring. O thrice happy Peer!1.598That, blest with hoary Vigour, view'st Thy self1.599Fresh blooming in Thy Generous Son; whose Lips,1.600Flowing with nervous Eloquence exact,1.601Charm the wise Senate, and Attention win1.602In deepest Councils: Ariconium pleas'd,1.603Him, as her chosen Worthy, first salutes.1.604Him on th' Iberian, on the Gallic Shore,1.605Him hardy Britons bless; His faithful Hand1.606Conveys new Courage from afar, nor more1.607The General's Conduct, than His Care avails.

1.608Thee also, Glorious Branch of Cecil's Line,1.609This Country claims; with Pride and Joy to Thee1.610Thy Alterennis calls: yet she endures1.611Patient Thy Absence, since Thy prudent Choice1.612Has fix'd Thee in the Muse's fairest Seat,1.613Where Aldrich reigns, and from his endless Store1.614Of universal Knowledge still supplies1.615His noble Care; He generous Thoughts instills1.616Of true Nobility, their Country's Love,1.617(Chief End of Life) and forms their ductile Minds1.618To Human Virtues: By His Genius led,1.619Thou soon in every Art preeminent1.620Shalt grace this Isle, and rise to Burleigh's Fame.

1.621Hail high-born Peer! And Thou, great Nurse of Arts,1.622And Men, from whence conspicuous Patriots spring,1.623Hanmer, and Bromley; Thou, to whom with due1.624Respect Wintonia bows, and joyful owns1.625Thy mitred Off-spring; be for ever blest1.626With like Examples, and to future Times1.627Proficuous, such a Race of Men produce,1.628As, in the Cause of Virtue firm, may fix1.629Her Throne inviolate. Hear, ye Gods, this Vow1.630From One, the meanest in her numerous Train;1.631Tho' meanest, not least studious of her Praise.

1.632Muse, raise thy Voice to Beaufort's spotless Fame,1.633To Beaufort, in a long Descent deriv'd1.634From Royal Ancestry, of Kingly Rights1.635Faithful Asserters: In Him centring meet1.636Their glorious Virtues, high Desert from Pride1.637Disjoin'd, unshaken Honour, and Contempt1.638Of strong Allurements. O Illustrious Prince!1.639O Thou of ancient Faith! Exulting, Thee,1.640In her fair List this happy Land inrolls.

1.641Who can refuse a Tributary Verse1.642To Weymouth, firmest Friend of slighted Worth1.643In evil Days? whose hospitable Gate,1.644Unbarr'd to All, invites a numerous Train1.645Of daily Guests; whose Board, with Plenty crown'd,1.646Revives the Feast-rites old: Mean while His Care1.647Forgets not the afflicted, but content1.648In Acts of secret Goodness, shuns the Praise,1.649That sure attends. Permit me, bounteous Lord,1.650To blazon what tho' hid will beauteous shine;1.651And with Thy Name to dignifie my Song.

1.652But who is He, that on the winding Stream1.653Of Vaga first drew vital Breath, and now1.654Approv'd in Anna's secret Councils sits,1.655Weighing the Sum of Things, with wise Forecast1.656Sollicitous of public Good? How large1.657His Mind, that comprehends what-e'er was known1.658To Old, or Present Time; yet not elate,1.659Not conscious of its Skill? What Praise deserves1.660His liberal Hand, that gathers but to give,1.661Preventing Suit? O not unthankful Muse,1.662Him lowly reverence, that first deign'd to hear1.663Thy Pipe, and skreen'd thee from opprobrious Tongues.1.664Acknowledge thy Own Harley, and his Name1.665Inscribe on ev'ry Bark; the wounded Plants1.666Will fast increase, faster thy just Respect.

1.667Such are our Heroes, by their Virtues known,1.668Or Skill in Peace, and War: Of softer Mold1.669The Female Sex, with sweet attractive Airs1.670Subdue obdurate Hearts. The Travellers oft,1.671That view their matchless Forms with transient Glance,1.672Catch suddain Love, and sigh for Nymphs unknown,1.673Smit with the Magic of their Eyes: nor hath1.674The Dædal Hand of Nature only pour'd1.675Her Gifts of outward Grace; their Innocence1.676Unfeign'd, and Virtue most engaging, free1.677From Pride, or Artifice, long Joys afford1.678To th' honest Nuptial Bed, and in the Wane1.679Of Life, rebate the Miseries of Age.1.680And is there found a Wretch, so base of Mind,1.681That Woman's pow'rful Beauty dares condemn,1.682Exactest Work of Heav'n? He ill deserves1.683Or Love, or Pity; friendless let him see1.684Uneasie, tedious Days, despis'd, forlorn,1.685As Stain of Human Race: But may the Man,1.686That chearfully recounts the Females Praise1.687Find equal Love, and Love's untainted Sweets1.688Enjoy with Honour. O, ye Gods! might I1.689Elect my Fate, my happiest Choice should be1.690A fair, and modest Virgin, that invites1.691With Aspect chast, forbidding loose Desire,1.692Tenderly smiling; in whose Heav'nly Eye1.693Sits purest Love enthron'd: But if the Stars1.694Malignant, these my better Hopes oppose,1.695May I, at least, the sacred Pleasures know1.696Of strictest Amity; nor ever want1.697A Friend, with whom I mutually may share1.698Gladness, and Anguish, by kind Intercourse1.699Of Speech, and Offices. May in my Mind,1.700Indelible a grateful Sense remain1.701Of Favours undeserv'd! -- O Thou! from whom1.702Gladly both Rich, and Low seek Aid; most Wise1.703Interpreter of Right, whose gracious Voice1.704Breaths Equity, and curbs too rigid Law1.705With mild, impartial Reason; what Returns1.706Of Thanks are due to Thy Beneficence1.707Freely vouchsaft, when to the Gates of Death1.708I tended prone? If Thy indulgent Care1.709Had not preven'd, among unbody'd Shades1.710I now had wander'd; and these empty Thoughts1.711Of Apples perish'd: But, uprais'd by Thee,1.712I tune my Pipe afresh, each Night, and Day1.713Thy unexampled Goodness to extoll1.714Desirous; but nor Night, nor Day suffice1.715For that great Task; the highly Honour'd Name1.716Of Trevor must employ my willing Thoughts1.717Incessant, dwell for ever on my Tongue.

1.718Let me be grateful, but let far from me1.719Be fawning Cringe, and false dissembling Look,1.720And servile Flattery, that harbours oft1.721In Courts, and gilded Roofs. Some loose the Bands1.722Of ancient Friendship, cancell Nature's Laws1.723For Pageantry, and tawdy Gugaws. Some1.724Renounce their Sires, oppose paternal Right1.725For Rule, and Power; and other's Realms invade,1.726With specious Shews of Love. This traiterous Wretch1.727Betrays his Sov'ran. Others, destitute1.728Of real Zeal, to ev'ry Altar bend,1.729By Lucre sway'd, and act the basest Things1.730To be styl'd Honourable: Th' Honest Man,1.731Simple of Heart, prefers inglorious Want1.732To ill-got Wealth; rather from Door to Door1.733A jocund Pilgrim, tho' distress'd, he' ll rove,1.734Than break his plighted Faith; nor Fear, nor Hope,1.735Will shock his stedfast Soul; rather debar'd1.736Each common Privilege, cut off from Hopes1.737Of meanest Gain, of present Goods despoil'd,1.738He'll bear the Marks of Infamy, contemn'd,1.739Unpity'd; yet his Mind, of Evil pure,1.740Supports him, and Intention free from Fraud.1.741If no Retinue with observant Eyes1.742Attend him, if he can't with Purple stain1.743Of cumbrous Vestments, labour'd o'er with Gold,1.744Dazle the Croud, and set them all agape;1.745Yet clad in homely Weeds, from Envy's Darts1.746Remote he lives, nor knows the nightly Pangs1.747Of Conscience, nor with Spectre's grisly Forms,1.748Dæmons, and injur'd Souls, at Close of Day1.749Annoy'd, sad interrupted Slumbers finds.1.750But (as a Child, whose inexperienc'd Age1.751Nor evil Purpose fears, nor knows,) enjoys1.752Night's sweet Refreshment, humid Sleep, sincere.1.753When Chaunticleer, with Clarion shrill, recalls1.754The tardy Day, he to his Labours hies1.755Gladsome, intent on somewhat that may ease1.756Unhealthy Mortals, and with curious Search1.757Examines all the Properties of Herbs,1.758Fossils, and Minerals, that th' embowell'd Earth1.759Displays, if by his Industry he can1.760Benefit Human Race: Or else his Thoughts1.761Are exercis'd with Speculations deep1.762Of Good, and Just, and Meet, and th' wholsome Rules1.763Of Temperance, and aught that may improve1.764The moral Life; not sedulous to rail,1.765Nor with envenom'd Tongue to blast the Fame1.766Of harmless Men, or secret Whispers spread,1.767'Mong faithful Friends, to breed Distrust, and Hate.1.768Studious of Virtue, he no Life observes1.769Except his own, his own employs his Cares,1.770Large Subject! that he labours to refine1.771Daily, nor of his little Stock denies1.772Fit Alms to Lazars, merciful, and meek.

1.773Thus sacred Virgil liv'd, from courtly Vice,1.774And Baits of pompous Rome secure; at Court1.775Still thoughtful of the rural honest Life,1.776And how t' improve his Grounds, and how himself:1.777Best Poet! fit Exemplar for the Tribe1.778Of Phœbus, nor less fit Mæonides,1.779Poor eyeless Pilgrim! and if after these,1.780If after these another I may name,1.781Thus tender Spencer liv'd, with mean Repast1.782Content, depress'd by Penury, and Pine1.783In foreign Realm: Yet not debas'd his Verse1.784By Fortune's Frowns. And had that Other Bard,1.785Oh, had but He that first ennobled Song1.786With holy Raptures, like his Abdiel been,1.787'Mong many faithless, strictly faithful found;1.788Unpity'd, he should not have wail'd his Orbs,1.789That roll'd in vain to find the piercing Ray,1.790And found no Dawn, by dim Suffusion veil'd!1.791But He -- However, let the Muse abstain,1.792Nor blast his Fame, from whom she learnt to sing1.793In much inferior Strains, grov'ling beneath1.794Th' Olympian Hill, on Plains, and Vales intent,1.795Mean Follower. There let her rest a-while,1.796Pleas'd with the fragrant Walks, and cool Retreat.

BOOK II.2.2Has carry'd from Thy native Soil, beyond2.3Th' eternal Alpine Snows, and now detains2.4In Italy's waste Realms, how long must we2.5Lament Thy Absence? Whilst in sweet Sojourn2.6Thou view'st the Reliques of old Rome; or what,2.7Unrival'd Authors by their Presence, made2.8For ever venerable, rural Seats,2.9Tibur, and Tusculum, or Virgil's Urn2.10Green with immortal Bays, which haply Thou,2.11Respecting his great Name, dost now approach2.12With bended Knee, and strow with purple Flow'rs;2.13Unmindful of Thy Friends, that ill can brook2.14This long Delay. At length, Dear Youth, return,2.15Of Wit, and Judgement ripe in blooming Years,2.16And Britain's Isle with Latian Knowledge grace.2.17Return, and let Thy Father's Worth excite2.18Thirst of Preeminence; see! how the Cause2.19Of Widows, and of Orphans He asserts2.20With winning Rhetoric, and well argu'd Law!2.21Mark well His Footsteps, and, like Him, deserve2.22Thy Prince's Favour, and Thy Country's Love.

2.23Mean while (altho' the Massic Grape delights2.24Pregnant of racy Juice, and Formian Hills2.25Temper Thy Cups, yet) wilt not Thou reject2.26Thy native Liquors: Lo! for Thee my Mill2.27Now grinds choice Apples, and the British Vats2.28O'erflow with generous Cyder; far remote2.29Accept this Labour, nor despise the Muse,2.30That, passing Lands, and Seas, on Thee attends.

2.31Thus far of Trees: The pleasing Task remains,2.32To sing of Wines, and Autumn's blest Increase.2.33Th' Effects of Art are shewn, yet what avails2.34'Gainst Heav'n? Oft, notwithstanding all thy Care2.35To help thy Plants, when the small Fruit'ry seems2.36Exempt from Ills, an oriental Blast2.37Disastrous flies, soon as the Hind, fatigu'd,2.38Unyokes his Team; the tender Freight, unskill'd2.39To bear the hot Disease, distemper'd pines2.40In the Year's Prime, the deadly Plague annoys2.41The wide Inclosure; think not vainly now2.42To treat thy Neighbours with mellifluous Cups,2.43Thus disappointed: If the former Years2.44Exhibit no Supplies, alas! thou must,2.45With tastless Water wash thy droughty Throat.

2.46A thousand Accidents the Farmer's Hopes2.47Subvert, or checque; uncertain all his Toil,2.48'Till lusty Autumn's luke-warm Days, allay'd2.49With gentle Colds, insensibly confirm2.50His ripening Labours: Autumn to the Fruits2.51Earth's various Lap produces, Vigour gives2.52Equal, intenerating milky Grain,2.53Berries, and Sky-dy'd Plums, and what in Coat2.54Rough, or soft Rind, or bearded Husk, or Shell;2.55Fat Olives, and Pistacio's fragrant Nut,2.56And the Pine's tastful Apple: Autumn paints2.57Ausonian Hills with Grapes, whilst English Plains2.58Blush with pomaceous Harvests, breathing Sweets.2.59O let me now, when the kind early Dew2.60Unlocks th' embosom'd Odors, walk among2.61The well rang'd Files of Trees, whose full-ag'd Store2.62Diffuse Ambrosial Steams, than Myrrh, or Nard2.63More grateful, or perfuming flow'ry Beane!2.64Soft whisp'ring Airs, and the Larks mattin Song2.65Then woo to musing, and becalm the Mind2.66Perplex'd with irksome Thoughts. Thrice happy time,2.67Best Portion of the various Year, in which2.68Nature rejoyceth, smiling on her Works2.69Lovely, to full Perfection wrought! but ah,2.70Short are our Joys, and neighb'ring Griefs disturb2.71Our pleasant Hours. Inclement Winter dwells2.72Contiguous; forthwith frosty Blasts deface2.73The blithsome Year: Trees of their shrivel'd Fruits2.74Are widow'd, dreery Storms o'er all prevail.2.75Now, now's the time; e'er hasty Suns forbid2.76To work, disburthen thou thy sapless Wood2.77Of its rich Progeny; the turgid Fruit2.78Abounds with mellow Liquor; now exhort2.79Thy Hinds to exercise the pointed Steel2.80On the hard Rock, and give a wheely Form2.81To the expected Grinder: Now prepare2.82Materials for thy Mill, a sturdy Post2.83Cylindric, to support the Grinder's Weight2.84Excessive, and a flexile Sallow' entrench'd,2.85Rounding, capacious of the juicy Hord.2.86Nor must thou not be mindful of thy Press2.87Long e'er the Vintage; but with timely Care2.88Shave the Goat's shaggy Beard, least thou too late,2.89In vain should'st seek a Strainer, to dispart2.90The husky, terrene Dregs, from purer Must.2.91Be cautious next a proper Steed to find,2.92Whose Prime is past; the vigorous Horse disdains2.93Such servile Labours, or, if forc'd, forgets2.94His past Atchievements, and victorious Palms.2.95Blind Bayard rather, worn with Work, and Years,2.96Shall roll th' unweildy Stone; with sober Pace2.97He'll tread the circling Path 'till dewy Eve,2.98From early Day-spring, pleas'd to find his Age2.99Declining, not unuseful to his Lord.

2.100Some, when the Press, by utmost Vigour screw'd,2.101Has drain'd the pulpous Mass, regale their Swine2.102With the dry Refuse; thou, more wise shalt steep2.103Thy Husks in Water, and again employ2.104The pondrous Engine. Water will imbibe2.105The small Remains of Spirit, and acquire2.106A vinous Flavour; this the Peasants blith2.107Will quaff, and whistle, as thy tinkling Team2.108They drive, and sing of Fusca's radiant Eyes,2.109Pleas'd with the medly Draught. Not shalt thou now2.110Reject the Apple-Cheese, tho' quite exhaust;2.111Ev'n now 'twill cherish, and improve the Roots2.112Of sickly Plants; new Vigor hence convey'd2.113Will yield an Harvest of unusual Growth.2.114Such Profit springs from Husks discreetly us'd!

2.115The tender Apples, from their Parents rent2.116By stormy Shocks, must not neglected lye,2.117The Prey of Worms: A frugal Man I knew,2.118Rich in one barren Acre, which, subdu'd2.119By endless Culture, with sufficient Must2.120His Casks replenisht yearly: He no more2.121Desir'd, nor wanted, diligent to learn2.122The various Seasons, and by Skill repell2.123Invading Pests, successful in his Cares,2.124'Till the damp Lybian Wind, with Tempests arm'd2.125Outrageous, bluster'd horrible amidst2.126His Cyder-Grove: O'er-turn'd by furious Blasts,2.127The sightly Ranks fall prostrate, and around2.128Their Fruitage scatter'd, from the genial Boughs2.129Stript immature: Yet did he not repine,2.130Nor curse his Stars; but prudent, his fall'n Heaps2.131Collecting, cherish'd with the tepid Wreaths2.132Of tedded Grass, and the Sun's mellowing Beams2.133Rival'd with artful Heats, and thence procur'd2.134A costly Liquor, by improving Time2.135Equal'd with what the happiest Vintage bears.

2.136But this I warn Thee, and shall alway warn,2.137No heterogeneous Mixtures use, as some2.138With watry Turneps have debas'd their Wines,2.139Too frugal; nor let the crude Humors dance2.140In heated Brass, steaming with Fire intense;2.141Altho' Devonia much commends the Use2.142Of strengthning Vulcan; with their native Strength2.143Thy Wines sufficient, other Aid refuse;2.144And, when th' allotted Orb of Time's compleat,2.145Are more commended than the labour'd Drinks.

2.146Nor let thy Avarice tempt thee to withdraw2.147The Priest's appointed Share; with cheerful Heart2.148The tenth of thy Increase bestow, and own2.149Heav'n's bounteous Goodness, that will sure repay2.150Thy grateful Duty: This neglected, fear2.151Signal Avengeance, such as over-took2.152A Miser, that unjustly once with-held2.153The Clergy's Due; relying on himself,2.154His Fields he tended with successless Care,2.155Early, and late, when, or unwish't for Rain2.156Descended, or unseasonable Frosts2.157Curb'd his increasing Hopes, or when around2.158The Clouds dropt Fatness, in the middle Sky2.159The Dew suspended staid, and left unmoist2.160His execrable Glebe; recording this,2.161Be Just, and Wise, and tremble to transgress.

2.162Learn now, the Promise of the coming Year2.163To know, that by no flattering Signs abus'd,2.164Thou wisely may'st provide: The various Moon2.165Prophetic, and attendant Stars explain2.166Each rising Dawn; e'er Icy Crusts surmount2.167The current Stream, the heav'nly Orbs serene2.168Twinkle with trembling Rays, and Cynthia glows2.169With Light unsully'd: Now the Fowler, warn'd2.170By these good Omens, with swift early Steps2.171Treads the crimp Earth, ranging thro' Fields and Glades2.172Offensive to the Birds, sulphureous Death2.173Checques their mid Flight, and heedless while they strain2.174Their tuneful Throats, the tow'ring, heavy Lead2.175O'er-takes their Speed; they leave their little Lives2.176Above the Clouds, præcipitant to Earth.

2.177The Woodcocks early Visit, and Abode2.178Of long Continuance on our temperate Clime,2.179Foretell a liberal Harvest: He of Times2.180Intelligent, th' harsh Hyperborean Ice2.181Shuns for our equal Winters; when our Suns2.182Cleave the chill'd Soil, he backward wings his Way2.183To Scandinavian frozen Summers, meet2.184For his num'd Blood. But nothing profits more2.185Than frequent Snows: O, may'st Thou often see2.186Thy Furrows whiten'd by the woolly Rain,2.187Nutricious! Secret Nitre lurks within2.188The porous Wet, quick'ning the languid Glebe.

2.189Sometimes thou shalt with fervent Vows implore2.190A moderate Wind; the Orchat loves to wave2.191With Winter-Winds, before the Gems exert2.192Their feeble Heads; the loosen'd Roots then drink2.193Large Increment, Earnest of happy Years.

2.194Nor will it nothing profit to observe2.195The monthly Stars, their pow'rful Influence2.196O'er planted Fields, what Vegetables reign2.197Under each Sign. On our Account has Jove2.198Indulgent, to all Moons some succulent Plant2.199Allotted, that poor, helpless Man might slack2.200His present Thirst, and Matter find for Toil.2.201Now will the Corinths, now the Rasps supply2.202Delicious Draughts; the Quinces now, or Plums,2.203Or Cherries, or the fair Thisbeian Fruit2.204Are prest to Wines; the Britons squeeze the Works2.205Of sedulous Bees, and mixing od'rous Herbs2.206Prepare balsamic Cups, to wheezing Lungs2.207Medicinal, and short-breath'd, ancient Sires.

2.208But, if Thou' rt indefatigably bent2.209To toil, and omnifarious Drinks wou'dst brew;2.210Besides the Orchat, ev'ry Hedge, and Bush2.211Affords Assistance; ev'n afflictive Birch,2.212Curs'd by unletter'd, idle Youth, distills2.213A limpid Current from her wounded Bark,2.214Profuse of nursing Sap. When Solar Beams2.215Parch thirsty human Veins, the damask't Meads,2.216Unforc'd display ten thousand painted Flow'rs2.217Useful in Potables. Thy little Sons2.218Permit to range the Pastures; gladly they2.219Will mow the Cowslip-Posies, faintly sweet,2.220From whence thou artificial Wines shalt drain2.221Of icy Taste, that, in mid Fervors, best2.222Slack craving Thirst, and mitigate the Day.

2.223Happy Iërne, whose most wholsome Air2.224Poisons envenom'd Spiders, and forbids2.225The baleful Toad, and Viper from her Shore!2.226More happy in her Balmy Draughts, (enrich'd2.227With Miscellaneous Spices, and the Root2.228For Thirst-abating Sweetness prais'd,) which wide2.229Extend her Fame, and to each drooping Heart2.230Present Redress, and lively Health convey.

2.231See, how the Belgæ, Sedulous, and Stout,2.232With Bowls of fat'ning Mum, or blissful Cups2.233Of Kernell-relish'd Fluids, the fair Star2.234Of early Phosphorus salute, at Noon2.235Jocund with frequent-rising Fumes! by Use2.236Instructed, thus to quell their Native Flegm2.237Prevailing, and engender wayward Mirth.

2.238What need to treat of distant Climes, remov'd2.239Far from the slopeing Journey of the Year,2.240Beyond Petsora, and Islandic Coasts?2.241Where ever-during Snows, perpetual Shades2.242Of Darkness, would congeal their livid Blood,2.243Did not the Arctic Tract, spontaneous yield2.244A cheering purple Berry, big with Wine,2.245Intensely fervent, which each Hour they crave,2.246Spread round a flaming Pile of Pines, and oft2.247They interlard their native Drinks with choice2.248Of strongest Brandy, yet scarce with these Aids2.249Enabl'd to prevent the suddain Rot2.250Of freezing Nose, and quick-decaying Feet.

2.251Nor less the Sable Borderers of Nile,2.252Nor who Taprobane manure, nor They,2.253Whom sunny Borneo bears, are stor'd with Streams2.254Egregious, Rum, and Rice's Spirit extract.2.255For here, expos'd to perpendicular Rays,2.256In vain they covet Shades, and Thrascias' Gales,2.257Pining with Æquinoctial Heat, unless2.258The Cordial Glass perpetual Motion keep,2.259Quick circuiting; nor dare they close their Eyes,2.260Void of a bulky Charger near their Lips,2.261With which, in often-interrupted Sleep,2.262Their frying Blood compells to irrigate2.263Their dry-furr'd Tongues, else minutely to Death2.264Obnoxious, dismal Death, th' Effect of Drought!

2.265More happy they, born in Columbus' World,2.266Carybbes, and they, whom the Cotton Plant2.267With downy-sprouting Vests arrays! Their Woods2.268Bow with prodigious Nuts, that give at once2.269Celestial Food, and Nectar; then, at hand2.270The Lemmon, uncorrupt with Voyage long,2.271To vinous Spirits added (heav'nly Drink!)2.272They with Pneumatic Engine, ceaseless draw,2.273Intent on Laughter; a continual Tide2.274Flows from th' exhilerating Fount. As, when2.275Against a secret Cliff, with soddain Shock2.276A Ship is dash'd, and leaking drinks the Sea,2.277Th' astonish'd Mariners ay ply the Pump,2.278No Stay, nor Rest, 'till the wide Breach is clos'd.2.279So they (but chearful) unfatigu'd, still move2.280The draining Sucker, then alone concern'd,2.281When the dry Bowl forbids their pleasing Work.

2.282But if to hording Thou art bent, thy Hopes2.283Are frustrate, shou'dst Thou think thy Pipes will flow2.284With early-limpid Wine. The horded Store,2.285And the harsh Draught, must twice endure the Sun's2.286Kind strengthning Heat, twice Winter's purging Cold.

2.287There are, that a compounded Fluid drain2.288From different Mixtures, Woodcock, Pippin, Moyle,2.289Rough Eliot, sweet Permain, the blended Streams2.290(Each mutually correcting each) create2.291A pleasurable Medly, of what Taste2.292Hardly distinguish'd; as the show'ry Arch,2.293With listed Colours gay, Or, Azure, Gules,2.294Delights, and puzles the Beholder's Eye,2.295That views the watry Brede, with thousand Shews2.296Of Painture vary'd, yet's unskill'd to tell2.297Or where one Colour rises, or one faints.

2.298Some Cyders have by Art, or Age unlearn'd2.299Their genuine Relish, and of sundry Vines2.300Assum'd the Flavour; one sort counterfeits2.301The Spanish Product, this, to Gauls has seem'd2.302The sparkling Nectar of Champaigne; with that,2.303A German oft has swill'd his Throat, and sworn,2.304Deluded, that Imperial Rhine bestow'd2.305The Generous Rummer, whilst the Owner pleas'd,2.306Laughs inly at his Guests, thus entertain'd2.307With Foreign Vintage from his Cyder-Cask.

2.308Soon as thy Liquor from the narrow Cells2.309Of close-prest Husks is freed, thou must refrain2.310Thy thirsty Soul; let none persuade to broach2.311Thy thick, unwholsom, undigested Cades:2.312The hoary Frosts, and Northern Blasts take care2.313Thy muddy Bev'rage to serene, and drive2.314Præcipitant the baser, ropy Lees.

2.315And now thy Wine's transpicuous, purg'd from all2.316It's earthy Gross, yet let it feed awhile2.317On the fat Refuse, least too soon disjoin'd2.318From spritely, it, to sharp, or vappid change.2.319When to convenient Vigour it attains,2.320Suffice it to provide a brazen Tube2.321Inflext; self-taught, and voluntary flies2.322The defecated Liquor, thro' the Vent2.323Ascending, then by downward Tract convey'd,2.324Spouts into subject Vessels, lovely clear.2.325As when a Noon-tide Sun, with Summer Beams,2.326Darts thro' a Cloud, her watry Skirts are edg'd2.327With lucid Amber, or undrossy Gold:2.328So, and so richly, the purg'd Liquid shines.

2.329Now also, when the Colds abate, nor yet2.330Full Summer shines, a dubious Season, close2.331In Glass thy purer Streams, and let them gain,2.332From due Confinement, Spirit, and Flavour new.

2.333For this Intent, the subtle Chymist feeds2.334Perpetual Flames, whose unresisted Force2.335O'er Sand, and Ashes, and the stubborn Flint2.336Prevailing, turns into a fusil Sea,2.337That in his Furnace bubbles sunny-red:2.338From hence a glowing Drop, with hollow'd Steel2.339He takes, and by one efficacious Breath2.340Dilates to a surprising Cube, or Sphære,2.341Or Oval, and fit Receptacles forms2.342For every Liquid, with his plastic Lungs,2.343To human Life subservient; By his Means2.344Cyders in Metal frail improve; the Moyle,2.345And tastful Pippin, in a Moon's short Year,2.346Acquire compleat Perfection: Now they smoke2.347Transparent, sparkling in each Drop, Delight2.348Of curious Palate, by fair Virgins crav'd.2.349But harsher Fluids different lengths of time2.350Expect: Thy Flask will slowly mitigate2.351The Eliot's Roughness. Stirom, firmest Fruit,2.352Embottled (long as Priameian Troy2.353Withstood the Greeks) endures, e'er justly mild.2.354Soften'd by Age, it youthful Vigor gains,2.355Fallacious Drink! Ye honest Men beware,2.356Nor trust its Smoothness; The third circling Glass2.357Suffices Virtue: But may Hypocrites,2.358(That slyly speak one thing, another think,2.359Hateful as Hell) pleas'd with the Relish weak,2.360Drink on unwarn'd, 'till by inchanting Cups2.361Infatuate, they their wily Thoughts disclose,2.362And thro' Intemperance grow a while sincere.

2.363The Farmer's Toil is done; his Cades mature,2.364Now call for Vent, his Lands exhaust permit2.365T' indulge awhile. Now solemn Rites he pays2.366To Bacchus, Author of Heart-cheering Mirth.2.367His honest Friends, at thirsty hour of Dusk,2.368Come uninvited; he with bounteous Hand2.369Imparts his smoaking Vintage, sweet Reward2.370Of his own Industry; the well fraught Bowl2.371Circles incessant, whilst the humble Cell2.372With quavering Laugh, and rural Jests resounds.2.373Ease, and Content, and undissembled Love2.374Shine in each Face; the Thoughts of Labour past2.375Encrease their Joy. As, from retentive Cage2.376When sullen Philomel escapes, her Notes2.377She varies, and of past Imprisonment2.378Sweetly complains; her Liberty retriev'd2.379Cheers her sad Soul, improves her pleasing Song.2.380Gladsome they quaff, yet not exceed the Bounds2.381Of healthy Temp'rance, nor incroach on Night,2.382Season of Rest, but well bedew'd repair2.383Each to his Home, with unsupplanted Feet.2.384E'er Heav'n's emblazon'd by the Rosie Dawn2.385Domestic Cares awake them; brisk they rise,2.386Refresh'd, and lively with the Joys that flow2.387From amicable Talk, and moderate Cups2.388Sweetly' interchang'd. The pining Lover finds2.389Present Redress, and long Oblivion drinks2.390Of Coy Lucinda. Give the Debtor Wine;2.391His Joys are short, and few; yet when he drinks2.392His Dread retires, the flowing Glasses add2.393Courage, and Mirth: magnificent in Thought,2.394Imaginary Riches he enjoys,2.395And in the Goal expatiates unconfin'd.2.396Nor can the Poet Bacchus' Praise indite,2.397Debarr'd his Grape: The Muses still require2.398Humid Regalement, nor will aught avail2.399Imploring Phœbus, with unmoisten'd Lips.2.400Thus to the generous Bottle all incline,2.401By parching Thirst allur'd: With vehement Suns2.402When dusty Summer bakes the crumbling Clods,2.403How pleasant is't, beneath the twisted Arch2.404Of a retreating Bow'r, in Mid-day's Reign2.405To ply the sweet Carouse, remote from Noise,2.406Secur'd of fev'rish Heats! When th' aged Year2.407Inclines, and Boreas' Spirit blusters frore,2.408Beware th' inclement Heav'ns; now let thy Hearth2.409Crackle with juiceless Boughs; thy lingring Blood2.410Now instigate with th' Apples powerful Streams.2.411Perpetual Showers, and stormy Gusts confine2.412The willing Ploughman, and December warns2.413To Annual Jollities; now sportive Youth2.414Carol incondite Rhythms, with suiting Notes,2.415And quaver unharmonious; sturdy Swains2.416In clean Array, for rustic Dance prepare,2.417Mixt with the Buxom Damsels; hand in hand2.418They frisk, and bound, and various Mazes weave,2.419Shaking their brawny Limbs, with uncouth Mein,2.420Transported, and sometimes, an oblique Leer2.421Dart on their Loves, sometimes, an hasty Kiss2.422Steal from unwary Lasses; they with Scorn,2.423And Neck reclin'd, resent the ravish'd Bliss.2.424Mean while, blind British Bards with volant Touch2.425Traverse loquacious Strings, whose solemn Notes2.426Provoke to harmless Revels; these among,2.427A subtle Artist stands, in wondrous Bag2.428That bears imprison'd Winds, (of gentler sort2.429Than those, which erst Laertes Son enclos'd.)2.430Peaceful they sleep, but let the tuneful Squeeze2.431Of labouring Elbow rouse them, out they fly2.432Melodious, and with spritely Accents charm.2.433'Midst these Disports, forget they not to drench2.434Themselves with bellying Goblets, nor when Spring2.435Returns, can they refuse to usher in2.436The fresh-born Year with loud Acclaim, and store2.437Of jovial Draughts, now, when the sappy Boughs2.438Attire themselves with Blooms, sweet Rudiments2.439Of future Harvest: When the Gnossian Crown2.440Leads on expected Autumn, and the Trees2.441Discharge their mellow Burthens, let them thank2.442Boon Nature, that thus annually supplies2.443Their Vaults, and with her former Liquid Gifts2.444Exhilerate their languid Minds, within2.445The Golden Mean confin'd: Beyond, there's naught2.446Of Health, or Pleasure. Therefore, when thy Heart2.447Dilates with fervent Joys, and eager Soul2.448Prompts to persue the sparkling Glass, be sure2.449'Tis time to shun it; if thou wilt prolong2.450Dire Compotation, forthwith Reason quits2.451Her Empire to Confusion, and Misrule,2.452And vain Debates; then twenty Tongues at once2.453Conspire in senseless Jargon, naught is heard2.454But Din, and various Clamour, and mad Rant:2.455Distrust, and Jealousie to these succeed,2.456And anger-kindling Taunt, the certain Bane2.457Of well-knit Fellowship. Now horrid Frays2.458Commence, the brimming Glasses now are hurl'd2.459With dire Intent; Bottles with Bottles clash2.460In rude Encounter, round their Temples fly2.461The sharp-edg'd Fragments, down their batter'd Cheeks2.462Mixt Gore, and Cyder flow: What shall we say2.463Of rash Elpenor, who in evil Hour2.464Dry'd an immeasurable Bowl, and thought2.465T' exhale his Surfeit by irriguous Sleep,2.466Imprudent? Him, Death's Iron-Sleep opprest,2.467Descending careless from his Couch; the Fall2.468Luxt his Neck-joint, and spinal Marrow bruis'd.2.469Nor need we tell what anxious Cares attend2.470The turbulent Mirth of Wine; nor all the kinds2.471Of Maladies, that lead to Death's grim Cave,2.472Wrought by Intemperance, joint-racking Gout,2.473Intestine Stone, and pining Atrophy,2.474Chill, even when the Sun with July-Heats2.475Frys the scorch'd Soil, and Dropsy all a-float,2.476Yet craving Liquids: Nor the Centaurs Tale2.477Be here repeated; how with Lust, and Wine2.478Inflam'd, they fought, and spilt their drunken Souls2.479At feasting Hour. Ye Heav'nly Pow'rs, that guard2.480The British Isles, such dire Events remove2.481Far from fair Albion, nor let Civil Broils2.482Ferment from Social Cups: May we, remote2.483From the hoarse, brazen Sound of War, enjoy2.484Our humid Products, and with seemly Draughts2.485Enkindle Mirth, and Hospitable Love.2.486Too oft alas! has mutual Hatred drench'd2.487Our Swords in Native Blood, too oft has Pride,2.488And hellish Discord, and insatiate Thirst2.489Of other's Rights, our Quiet discompos'd.2.490Have we forgot, how fell Destruction rag'd2.491Wide-spreading, when by Eris' Torch incens'd2.492Our Fathers warr'd? What Hero's, signaliz'd2.493For Loyalty, and Prowess, met their Fate2.494Untimely, undeserv'd! How Bertie fell,2.495Compton, and Granvill, dauntless Sons of Mars,2.496Fit Themes of endless Grief, but that we view2.497Their Virtues yet surviving in their Race!2.498Can we forget, how the mad, headstrong Rout2.499Defy'd their Prince to Arms, nor made account2.500Of Faith, or Duty, or Allegiance sworn?2.501Apostate, Atheist Rebells! bent to Ill,2.502With seeming Sanctity, and cover'd Fraud,2.503Instill'd by him, who first presum'd t' oppose2.504Omnipotence; alike their Crime, th'Event2.505Was not alike; these triumph'd, and in height2.506Of barbarous Malice, and insulting Pride,2.507Abstain'd not from Imperial Bloud. O Fact2.508Unparallel'd! O Charles! O Best of Kings!2.509What Stars their black, disastrous Influence shed2.510On Thy Nativity, that Thou shou'dst fall2.511Thus, by inglorious Hands, in this Thy Realm,2.512Supreme, and Innocent, adjudg'd to Death2.513By those, Thy Mercy only wou'd have sav'd!2.514Yet was the Cyder-Land unstain'd with Guilt;2.515The Cyder-Land, obsequious still to Thrones,2.516Abhorr'd such base, disloyal Deeds, and all2.517Her Pruning-hooks extended into Swords,2.518Undaunted, to assert the trampled Rights2.519Of Monarchy; but, ah! successless She2.520However faithful! then was no Regard2.521Of Right, or Wrong. And this, once Happy, Land2.522By home-bred Fury rent, long groan'd beneath2.523Tyrannic Sway, 'till fair-revolving Years2.524Our exil'd Kings, and Liberty restor'd.2.525Now we exult, by mighty ANNA's Care2.526Secure at home, while She to foreign Realms2.527Sends forth her dreadful Legions, and restrains2.528The Rage of Kings: Here, nobly She supports2.529Justice oppress'd; here, Her victorious Arms2.530Quell the Ambitious: From Her Hand alone2.531All Europe fears Revenge, or hopes Redress.2.532Rejoice, O Albion! sever'd from the World2.533By Nature's wise Indulgence, indigent2.534Of nothing from without; in One Supreme2.535Intirely blest; and from beginning time2.536Design'd thus happy; but the fond Desire2.537Of Rule, and Grandeur, multiply'd a Race2.538Of Kings, and numerous Sceptres introduc'd,2.539Destructive of the public Weal: For now2.540Each Potentate, as wary Fear, or Strength,2.541Or Emulation urg'd, his Neighbour's Bounds2.542Invades, and ampler Territory seeks2.543With ruinous Assault; on every Plain2.544Host cop'd with Host, dire was the Din of War,2.545And ceaseless, or short Truce haply procur'd2.546By Havoc, and Dismay, 'till Jealousy2.547Rais'd new Combustion: Thus was Peace in vain2.548Sought for by Martial Deeds, and Conflict stern:2.549'Till Edgar grateful (as to those who pine2.550A dismal half-Year Night, the orient Beam2.551Of Phœbus Lamp) arose, and into one2.552Cemented all the long-contending Pow'rs,2.553Pacific Monarch; then her lovely Head2.554Concord rear'd high, and all around diffus'd2.555The Spirit of Love; at Ease, the Bards new strung2.556Their silent Harps, and taught the Woods, and Vales,2.557In uncouth Rhythms, to echo Edgar's Name.2.558Then Gladness smil'd in every Eye; the Years2.559Ran smoothly on, productive of a Line2.560Of wise, Heroic Kings, that by just Laws2.561Establish'd Happiness at home, or crush'd2.562Insulting Enemies in farthest Climes.

2.563See Lyon-Hearted Richard, with his Force2.564Drawn from the North, to Jury's hallow'd Plains!2.565Piously valiant, (like a Torrent swell'd2.566With wintry Tempests, that disdains all Mounds,2.567Breaking a Way impetuous, and involves2.568Within its Sweep, Trees, Houses, Men) he press'd2.569Amidst the thickest Battel; and o'er-threw2.570What-e'er withstood his zealous Rage; no Pause,2.571No Stay of Slaughter, found his vigorous Arm,2.572But th' unbelieving Squadrons turn'd to Flight2.573Smote in the Rear, and with dishonest Wounds2.574Mangl'd behind: The Soldan, as he fled,2.575Oft call'd on Alla, gnashing with Despite,2.576And Shame, and murmur'd many an empty Curse.

2.577Behold Third Edward's Streamers blazing high2.578On Gallia's hostile Ground! his Right witheld,2.579Awakens Vengeance; O imprudent Gauls,2.580Relying on false Hopes, thus to incense2.581The warlike English! one important Day2.582Shall teach you meaner Thoughts! Eager of Fight,2.583Fierce Brutus Off-spring to the adverse Front2.584Advance resistless, and their deep Array2.585With furious Inroad pierce; the mighty Force2.586Of Edward, twice o'erturn'd their desperate King,2.587Twice he arose, and join'd the horrid Shock:2.588The third time, with his wide-extended Wings,2.589He fugitive declin'd superior Strength,2.590Discomfited; persu'd, in the sad Chace2.591Ten Thousands ignominious fall; with Bloud2.592The Vallies float: Great Edward thus aveng'd,2.593With golden Iris his broad Shield emboss'd.

2.594Thrice glorious Prince! whom, Fame with all her Tongues2.595For ever shall resound. Yet from his Loins2.596New Authors of Dissention spring; from him2.597Two Branches, that in hosting long contend2.598For Sov'ran Sway; (and can such Anger dwell2.599In noblest Minds?) but little now avail'd2.600The Ties of Friendship; every Man, as lead2.601By Inclination, or vain Hope, repair'd2.602To either Camp, and breath'd immortal Hate,2.603And dire Revenge: Now horrid Slaughter reigns;2.604Sons against Fathers tilt the fatal Lance,2.605Careless of Duty, and their native Grounds2.606Distain with Kindred Blood, the twanging Bows2.607Send Showers of Shafts, that on their barbed Points2.608Alternate Ruin bear. Here might you see2.609Barons, and Peasants on th' embattled Field2.610Slain, or half dead, in one huge, ghastly Heap2.611Promiscuously amast: with dismal Groans,2.612And Ejulation, in the Pangs of Death2.613Some call for Aid, neglected; some o'erturn'd2.614In the fierce Shock, lye gasping, and expire,2.615Trampled by fiery Coursers; Horror thus,2.616And wild Uproar, and Desolation reign'd2.617Unrespited: Ah! who at length will end2.618This long, pernicious Fray? What Man has Fate2.619Reserv'd for this great Work? -- Hail, happy Prince2.620Of Tudor's Race, whom in the Womb of Time2.621Cadwallador foresaw! Thou, Thou art He,2.622Great Richmond Henry, that by nuptial Rites2.623Must close the Gates of Janus, and remove2.624Destructive Discord: Now no more the Drum2.625Provokes to Arms, or Trumpet's Clangor shrill2.626Affrights the Wives, or chills the Virgin's Bloud;2.627But Joy, and Pleasure open to the View2.628Uninterrupted! With presaging Skill2.629Thou to Thy own unitest Fergus' Line2.630By wise Alliance; from Thee James descends,2.631Heav'ns chosen Fav'rite, first Britannic King.2.632To him alone, Hereditary Right2.633Gave Power supreme; yet still some Seeds remain'd2.634Of Discontent; two Nations under One,2.635In Laws and Int'rest diverse, still persu'd2.636Peculiar Ends, on each Side resolute2.637To fly Conjunction; neither Fear, nor Hope,2.638Nor the sweet Prospect of a mutual Gain,2.639Cou'd ought avail, 'till prudent ANNA said2.640LET THERE BE UNION; strait with Reverence due2.641To Her Command, they willingly unite,2.642One in Affection, Laws, and Government,2.643Indissolubly firm; from Dubris South,2.644To Northern Orcades, Her long Domain.

2.645And now thus leagu'd by an eternal Bond,2.646What shall retard the Britons' bold Designs,2.647Or who sustain their Force; in Union knit,2.648Sufficient to withstand the Pow'rs combin'd2.649Of all this Globe? At this important Act2.650The Mauritanian and Cathaian Kings2.651Already tremble, and th' unbaptiz'd Turk2.652Dreads War from utmost Thule; uncontrol'd2.653The British Navy thro' the Ocean vast2.654Shall wave her double Cross, t' extreamest Climes2.655Terrific, and return with odorous Spoils2.656Of Araby well fraught, or Indus' Wealth,2.657Pearl, and Barbaric Gold; mean while the Swains2.658Shall unmolested reap, what Plenty strows2.659From well stor'd Horn, rich Grain, and timely Fruits.2.660The elder Year, Pomona, pleas'd, shall deck2.661With ruby-tinctur'd Births, whose liquid Store2.662Abundant, flowing in well blended Streams,2.663The Natives shall applaud; while glad they talk2.664Of baleful Ills, caus'd by Bellona's Wrath2.665In other Realms; where-e'er the British spread2.666Triumphant Banners, or their Fame has reach'd2.667Diffusive, to the utmost Bounds of this2.668Wide Universe, Silurian Cyder borne2.669Shall please all Tasts, and triumph o'er the Vine.


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