The last can ne'er the reafon prove, By your affiftance unconstrain'd, Had I a muse like lofty Pope, Then I th' ingenious mind might hope But comic tale, and fonnet flee, Are caften for my fhare, And if in these I bear the gree, 1721. TO SIR WILLIAM BENNET. WHILE now in difcord giddy changes reel, To fuch as you who can mean care despise, Nature's all beautiful 'twixt earth and skies. Not hurried with the thirft of unjust gain, You can delight yourself on hill or plain, Obferving when those tender sprouts appear, Which crowd with fragrant fweets the youthful year. Your lovely scenes of Marlefield abound With as much choice as is in Britain found: While native flow'ry green, and crystal strands, Most happy he who can these sweets enjoy With tafte refin'd, which does not eafy cloy. Not fo plebeian fouls, whom fporting fate Thrusts into life upon a large eftate, While spleen their weak imagination fours, They 're at a lofs how to employ their hours: The sweetest plants which fairest gardens show Are loft to them, for them unheeded grow: Such purblind eyes ne'er view the fon'rous page, Where shine the raptures of poetic rage; Nor thro' the microscope can take delight T'observe the tusks and briftles of a mite; Nor by the lengthen'd tube learn to descry Those shining worlds which roll around the sky. Bid fuch read hift'ry to improve their skill, Polite excufe! their memories are ill : Moll's maps may in their dining-rooms make show, But their contents they 're not oblig'd to know; And gen'rous friendship 's out of fight too fine, They think it only means a glass of wine. But he whofe cheerful mind hath higher flown, And adds learn'd thoughts of others to his own; Has feen the world, and read the volume Man, 1721. TO A FRIEND AT FLORENCE. YOUR fteady impulfe foreign climes to view, We trace, with glowing breast and piercing look, On medals, canvas, stone, or written page. And antique fcrolls, old ere we knew the prefs. The * Mr. Smibert, a painter. Mr. Walpole, in his "Anec"dotes of Painting," characterises him as an ingenious artist, and a modeft worthy man. He died at Boston, in New England, in 1751. Allan Ramfay, the painter, was a scholar of Smibert's. |