And if the Muse, propitious, hear my strains, That laurel, Persius, which once bloom'd for thee, Again shall flourish, and revive for me. PROLOGUS. NEC fonte labra prolui Caballino : Cantare credas Pegaseium melos. PROLOGUE. NE'ER did I taste Castalia's stream; Or string the lute, or strike the lyre. To bards profess'd, with laurel crown'd. A rustic wreath, to grace their shrine. Ev'n rooks and pies would shortly sing. |