The meadows here, with battening ooze enrich'd, Give fpirit to the grafs; three cubits high The jointed herbage fhoots; th' unfallow'd glebe Yearly o'ercomes the granaries with store Of golden wheat, the strength of human life. Lo, on auxiliary poles, the Hops Afcending fpiral, rang'd in meet array! Lo, how the arable with barley-grain Stands thick, o'erfhadow'd, to the thirsty hind Tranfporting profpect' thefe, as modern ufe Ordains, infus'd, an auburn drink compofe, Wholefome, of deathlefs fame. Here, to the fight, Apples of price, and plenteous fheaves of corn, Of interlac'd occur, and both imbibe Fitting congenial juice; fo rich the foil,
So much does fructuous moisture o'er-abound! Nor are the hills unamiable, whofe tops To heaven afpire, affording prospect sweet To human ken; nor at their feet the vales Defcending gently, where the lowing herd Chew verdurous pafture; nor the yellow fields Gaily' enterchang'd, with rich variety Pleafing; as when an Emerald green, enchas'd In flamy gold, from the bright mais acquires A nobler hue, more delicate to fight. Next add the Sylvan fhades, and filent groves, (Haunt of the Druids) whence the earth is fed With copious fuel; whence the sturdy oak, A prince's refuge once, th' eternal guard Of England's throne, by fweating peasants fell'd, Stems the vaft main, and bears tremendous war To diftant nations, or with fov'ran fway Awes the divided world to peace and love. Why should the Chalybes, or Bilboa boast Their harden'd iron; when our mines produce As perfect martial ore? can Tmolus' head Vie with our faffron odors? or the fleece - Betic, or fineft Tarentine, compare With Lemfter's filken wool? where fhall we find Men more undaunted, for their country's weal More prodigal of life? in ancient days The Roman legions, and great Cæfar, found Our fathers no mean foes: and Creffy's plains, And Agincourt, deep-ting'd with blood, confefs What the Silures vigour unwithftood Could do in rigid fight, and chiefly what Brydges' wide-wafting hand, firft garter'd Knight, Puiffant author of great Chandos' item, High Chandos, that tranfmits paternal worth, Prudence, and ancient prowefs, and renown, T'his noble offspring. O thrice-happy peer! That, bleft with hoary vigor, view't thyfelf Fresh blooming in thy generous fon; whofe lips, Flowing with nervous eloquence exact, Charm the wife Senate, and attention win In deepest councils: Ariconium pleas'd, Him, as her chofen worthy, firft falutes. Him on th' Iberian, on the Gallic fhore, Him hardy Britons blefs; his faithful hand Conveys new courage from afar, nor more The General's conduct, than his care avails.
Thee alfo, glorious branch of Cecil's line, This country claims; with pride and joy to thee Thy Alterennis calls: yet the indures Patient thy abfence, fince thy prudent choice
Has fix'd thee in the Mufes' faireft feat *, Where + Aldrich reigns, and from his endless fore of univerfal knowledge ftill fupplies His noble care; he generous thoughts inftils Of true nobility, their country's love, (Chief end of life) and forms their ductile minds To human virtues by his genius led, Thou foon in every art pre-eminent Shalt grace this ifle, and rife to Burleigh's fame.
Hail, high-born peer! and thou, great nurfe of arts, And men, from whence confpicuous patriots fpring. Hanmer, and Bromley; thou, to whom with due Refpe&t Wintonia bows, and joyful owns Thy mitred offspring; be for ever blet With like examples, and to future times Proficuous, fuch a race of men produce, As, in the caufe of virtue firm, may fix Her throne inviolate. Hear, ye Gods, this vow From one, the meaneft in her numerous train; Though meaneft, not leaft ftudious of her prale. Mufe, raife thy voice to Beaufort's fpotless fame, To Beaufort, in a long defcent deriv'd From royal ancestry, of kingly rights Faithful afferters, in him centering meet Their glorious virtues, high tefert from pride Disjoin'd, unthaken honor, and contempt Of strong allurements. O illuftrious prince! O thou of ancient faith! exulting, thee, In her fair lift this happy land inrolls. Who can refuse a tributary verfe To Weymouth, firmeft friend of flighted worth In evil days? whofe hofpitable gate, Unbarr'd to all, invites a numerous train Of daily guests; whofe board with plenty crown'd, Revives the feaft-rites old: meanwhile his care Forgets not the afflicted, but content In acts of fecret goodness, fhuns the praife, That fure attends. Permit me, bounteous lord, To blazon what though hid will beauteous thine, And with thy name to dignify my fong.
But who is he, that on the winding ftream Of Vaga first drew vital breath, and now Approv'd in Anna's fecret councils fits, Weighing the fum of things, with wife forecaft Solicitous of public good? how large His mind that comprehends whate'er was known To old, or prefent time; yet not elate, Not confcious of its fkil!? what praife deferves His liberal hand, that gathers but to give, Preventing fuit? O not unthankful Mufe, Him lowly reverence, that firft deign'd to hear Thy pipe, and fkreen'd thee from opprobrious tongue. Acknowledge thy own Harley, and his name Infcribe on every bark; the wounded plants Will fatt increate, fafter thy juft refpect.
Such are our heroes, by their virtues known, Or skill in peace, and war: of fofter mold The female fex, with fweet attractive airs Subdue obdurate hearts. The travellers eft, That view their matchlefs forms with tranfient glance, Catch fudden love, and figh for nymphs unknown,
Dr. Aldrich, Dean of Christ-Church.
imit with the magic of their eyes: nor hath The dædal hand of Nature only pour'd Her gifts of outward grace; their innocence Unfeign'd, and virtue moft engaging, free From pride, or artifice, long joys afford To th' honeft nuptial bed, and in the wane Of life, rebate the miferies of age.
And is there found a wretch fo base of mind, That woman's powerful beauty dares contemn, Exacteft work of Heaven? He ill deferves Or love, or pity; friendlefs let him fee Uneafy, tedious days, defpis'd, forlorn, As ftain of human race: but may the man, That chearfully recounts the female's praife, Find equal love, and love's untainted sweets Enjoy with honor! O, ye Gods! might I Elect my fate, my happiest choice should be A fair and modeft virgin, that invites With afpect chaste, forbidding loose defire, Tenderly fmiling; in whofe heavenly eye Sits pureft love enthron'd: but if the stars Malignant thefe my better hopes oppofe, May I, at leaft, the facred pleafures know Of strictest amity; nor ever want
A friend, with whom I mutually may share Gladness and anguish, by kind intercourse Of fpeech and offices. May in my mind, Indelible a grateful fenfe remain
Of favours undeferv'd!-0 thou! from whom Gladly both rich and low seek aid; most wife Interpreter of right, whofe gracious voice Breathes equity, and curbs too rigid law With mild, impartial reafon; what returns Of thanks are due to thy beneficence Freely vouchfaf'd, when to the gates of death I tended prone? if thy indulgent care Had not preven'd, among unbody'd shades I now had wander'd; and thefe empty thoughts Of apples perish'd; but, uprais'd by thee, I tune my pipe afresh, each night and day, Thy unexampled goodness to extol Defirous; but nor night, nor day, fuffice For that great tafk; the highly honor'd name Of Trevor muft employ my willing thoughts Inceffant, dwell for ever on my tongue. Let me be grateful; but let far from me Be fawning cringe, and falfe diffembling look, And fervile flattery, that harbours oft
In courts and gilded roofs. Some loose the bands Of ancient friendship, cancel Nature's laws For pageantry, and tawdry gewgaws. Renounce their fires, oppofe paternal right For rule and power; and others realms invade With fpecious fhews of love. This traiterous wretch Betrays his fovereign. Others, deftitute Of real zeal, to every altar bend By lucre fway'd, and act the bafeft things To be ftyl'd honorable: the honeft man, Simple of heart, prefers inglorious want To ill-got wealth; rather from door to door, A jocund pilgrim, though diftrefs'd, he'll rove, Than break his plighted faith; nor fear, nor hope, Will fhock his ftedfaft foul; rather debarr'd Each common privilege, cut off from hopes Of meanest gain, of present goods defpoil', He'll bear the marks of infamy contemn'd, Urrity'd; yet his mind, of cvil pure,
Supports him, and intention free from fraud. If no retinue with obfervant eyes Attend him, if he can 't with purple ftain Of cumbrous veftments, labor'd o'er with gold, Dazzle the crowd, and fet them all agape; Yet clad in homely weeds, from envy's darts Remote he lives, nor knows the nightly pangs Of confcience, nor with spectres' grifly forms, Dæmons, and injur 'd fouls, at close of day Annoy'd, fad interrupted flumbers finds. But (as a child, whofe inexperienc'd age Nor evil purpofe fears, nor knows) enjoys Night's sweet refreshment, humid fleep fincere. When Chanticleer, with clarion thrill, recalls The tardy day, he to his labours hies Gladfome, intent on fomewhat that may ease Unhealthy mortals, and with curious fearch Examines all the properties of herbs,
Foffils, and minerals, that th' embowel'd earth Difplays, if by his industry he can
Benefit human race: or elfe his thoughts Are exercis'd with fpeculations deep
Of good, and just, and meet, and th' wholesome rules Of temperance, and aught that may improve The moral life; not fedulous to rail, Nor with envenom'd tongue to blast the fame Of harmless men, or fecret whifpers spread 'Mong faithful friends, to breed diftruft and hate. Studious of virtue, he no life obferves, Except his own; his own employs his cares, Large fubject that he labours to refine Daily, nor of his little tock denies
Fit alms to Lazars, merciful and meek.
Thus facred Virgil liv'd from courtly vice, And bates of pompous Rome fecure; at court, Still thoughtful of the rural honest life, And how t' imp ove his grounds, and how himfelf: Beft poet! fit exemplar for the tribe
Of Phebus, nor lefs fit Maconides, Poor eyelefs pilgrim! and, if after thefe, If after thefe another I may name, Thus tender Spencer liv'd, with mean repaft Content, deprefs'd by penury, and pined In foreign realm; yet nor debis'd his verfe By fortune's frowns. And had that other bard *, Oh, had but he, that first ennobled fong With holy rapture, like his Abdiel been; 'Mong many faithlefs, ftrictly faithful found; Unpity'd, he should not have wail'd his orbs, That roll'd in vain to find the piercing ray, And found no dawn, by dim fuffufion veil'd! But he however, let the Muse abstain, Nor blaft his fame, from whom fhe learnt to fing In much inferior ftrains, groveling beneath Th' Olympian hill, on plains, and vales intent, Mean follower. There let her reft a-while, Pleas'd with the fragrant walks, and cool retreat.
Th' Eternal Alpine fnows, and now detains In Italy's wafte realms, how long must we Lament thy abfence? whilft in fweet fojourn Thou view'ft the reliques of old Rome; or, what Unrival'd authors by their prefence made For ever venerable, rural feats,
T bur, and Tufculum, or Virgil's urn, Green with immortal bays, which haply thou, Refpecting his great name, doft now approach With bended knee, and ftrow with purple flowers; Unmindful of thy friends, that ill can brook This long delay. At length, dear youth, return, Of wit, and judgment ripe in blooming years, And Britain's ifle with Latian knowledge grace. Return, and let thy father's worth excite Thirft of pre-eminence; fee! how the cause Of widows, and of orphans, he afferts With winning rhetoric, and well-argu'd law! Mark well his footsteps, and, like him, deferve Thy prince's favour, and thy country's love.
Meanwhile although the Maffic grape delights Pregnant of racy juice, and Formian hills Temper thy cups, yet) wilt not thou reject Thy native liquors: lo! for thee my mill Now grind choice apples, and the British vats O'erflow with generous cyder; far remote Accept this labour, nor defpife the Muse, That, paffing lands and feas, on thee attends.
Thus far of trees: the pleafing task remains, To fing of wines, and autumn's bleft increase. Th' effects of art are fhewn, yet what avails "Gain't Heaven? oft, notwithstanding all thy care To help thy plants, when the small fruitery feems Exempt from ills, an oriental blaft Difftrous flies, foon as the hind fatigued Unyokes his team; the tender freight, unfkill'd To bear the hot disease, diftemper'd pines In the year's prime; the deadly plague annoys The wide inclofure: think not vainly now To treat thy neighbours with mellifluous cups, Thus difappointed. If the former years Exhibit no fupplies, alas thou must With tasteless water wash thy droughty throat.
A thoufand accidents the farmer's hopes Subvert, or check; uncertain all his toil, Till lufty autumn's luke-warm days allay'd With gentle colds, infenfibly confirm His ripening labours: autumn to the fruits Earth's various lip produces, vigour gives Equal, intenerating milky grain,
Berries, and fky-dy'd Plumbs, and what in coat Rough, or foft rin'd, or bearded husk, or shell; Fat Olives, and Piftacio's fragrant nut, And the Pine's tafteful Apple: autumn paints Aufonian hills with Grapes; whilft English plains Blush with pomaceous harvests, breathing fweets. O let me now, when the kind early dew Unlocks th' embosom'd odors, walk among The well-rang' files of trees, whofe full-ag'd ftore Diffufe Ambrofial steams, than Myrrh, or Nard, More grateful, or perfuming flowery Bean! Soft whispering airs, and the lark's mattin fong Then woo to mufing, and becalm the mind Perplex'd with irksome thoughts. Thrice happy time, Beft portion of the various year, in which
Nature rejoiceth, fmiling on her works Lovely, to full perfection wrought! but ah! Short are our joys, and neighbouring griefs difturb Our pleasant hours! inclement winter dwells Contiguous; forthwith frofty blafts deface The bli hfome year: trees of their fhrivel'd fruits Are widow'd, dreary ftorms o'er all prevail ! Now, now's the time, ere hafty funs forbid To work, difburden thou thy faplefs wood Of its rich progeny; the turgid fruit Abounds with mellow liquor: now exhort Thy hinds to exercife the pointed fteel On the hard rock, and give a wheely form To the expected grinder: now prepare Materials for thy mill; a sturdy poft Cylindric, to fupport the grinder's weight Exceflive; and a flexile fallow, entrench'd, Rounding, capacious of the juicy hord. Ner muft thou not be mindful of thy prefs, Long ere the vintage; but with timely care Shave the goat's fhaggy beard, left thou too late In vain should'st seek a ftrainer to difpart The hufky, terrene dregs, from purer Muft. Be cautious next a proper fteed to find, Whofe prime is paft; the vigorous horse difdains Such fervile labours, or, if forc'd, forgets His paft atchievements, and victorious palms. Blind Bayard rather, worn with work, and years, Shall roll th' unwieldy ftone; with fober pace He'll tread the circling path till dewy eve, From early day-fpring, pleas'd to find his age Declining not unufeful to his lord.
Some, when the press, by utmost vigour screw'd, Has drain'd the pulpous mafs, regale their fwine With the dry refufe; thou, more wife, fhalt fteep Thy hufks in water, and again employ The ponderous engine. Water will imbibe The fmall remains of spirit, and acquire A vinous flavour; this the peasants blithe Will quaff, and whiftle, as thy tinkling team They drive, and fing of Fufca's radiant eyes, Pleas'd with the medly draught. Nor shalt thou now Reject the Apple-cheefe, though quite exhauft ; Even now 'twill cherish, and improve the roots Of fickly plants; new vigour hence convey'd Will yield an harvest of unusual growth. Such profit fprings from husks difcreetly us'd!
The tender apples, from their parents rent By ftormy fhocks, must not neglected lie, The prey of worms: A frugal man I knew, Rich in one barren acre, which, fubdued By endless culture, with fufficient Muft His cafks replenish'd yearly: he no more Defir'd, nor wanted; diligent to learn The various feasons, and by skill repel Invading pefts, fuccessful in his cares, Till the damp Libyan wind, with tempefts arm'd Outrageous, blufter'd horrible amidst His Cyder-grove: o'erturn'd by furious blafts, The fightly ranks fall proftrate, and around Their fruitage fcatter'd, from the genial boughs Stript immature: yet did he not repine, Nor curfe his ftars; but prudent, his fallen heaps Collecting, cherish'd with the tepid wreaths Of tedded grafs, and the fun's mellowing beams Rival'd with artful heats, and thence procur'd
A coftly liquor, by improving time, Equal'd with what the happieft vintage bears.
But this I warn thee, and fhall always warn, No heterogeneous mixtures ufe, as fome With watery turnips have debas'd their wines, Too frugal; nor let the crude humours dance In heated brafs, fteaming with fire intense; Although Devonia much commends the use Of ftrengthening Vulcan; with their native ftrength Thy wines fufficient, other aid refuse;
And, when th' allotted orb of time 's compleat, Are more commended than the labour'd drinks.
Nor let thy avarice tempt thee to withdraw The Prieft's appointed fhare; with chearful heart The tenth of thy increase bestow, and own Heaven's bounteous goodness, that will fure repay Thy grateful duty: this neglected, fear Signal avengeance, fuch as overtook A mifer, that unjustly once withheld The clergy's due: relying on himself, His fields he tended, with fuccessful care, Early and late, when or unwish'd-for rain Defcended, or unfeasonable frosts
Curb'd his increafing hopes; or, when around The clouds dropt fatnefs, in the middle sky The dew fufpended ftaid, and left unmoist His execrable glebe: recording this,
Be juft, and wife, and tremble to tranfgrefs. Learn now the promise of the coming year, To know, that by no flattering figns abus'd, Thou wifely may'st provide: the various moon Prophetic, and attendant ftars, explain Each rifing dawn; ere icy crufts furmount The current ftream, the heavenly orbs ferene Twinkle with trembling rays, and Cynthia glows With light unfully'd now the fowler, warn'd By thefe good omens, with swift early steps
Indulgent to all moons fome fucculent plant Allotted, that poor helpless man might flack His prefent thirst, and matter find for toil. Now will the Corinths, now the Rafps, fupply Delicious draughts; the Quinces now, or Plumbs, Or Cherries, or the fair Thibeian fruit Are preft to wines; the Britons fqueeze the works Of fedulous bees, and mixing odorous herbs Prepare balfamic cups, to wheezing lungs Medicinal, and short-breath'd, ancient fires.
But, if thou 'rt indefatigably bent
To toil, and omnifarious drinks would'ft brew; Befides the orchat, every hedge and bush Affords affiftance; ev'n afflictive Birch, Curs'd by unletter'd, idle youth, diftils A limpid current from her wounded bark, Profufe of nurfing fap. When folar beams Parch thirsty human veins, the damask'd meads, Unforc'd, difplay ten thousand painted flowers Ufeful in potables. Thy little fons Permit to range the paftures; gladly they Will mow the Cowflip-pofies, faintly sweet, From whence thou artificial wines fhalt drain Of icy tafte, that, in mid fervors, best Slack craving thirst, and mitigate the day.
Happy lerne, whose most wholesome air Poifons envenom'd fpiders, and forbids The baleful toad, and viper, from her shore ! More happy in her balmy draughts, enrich'd With miscellaneous fpices, and the root (For thirst-abating sweetness prais'd), which wide Extend her fame, and to each drooping heart Prefent redrefs, and lively health convey.
See, how the Belgæ, fedulous and stout, With bowls of fattening Mum, or blifsful cups Of kernel-relish'd fluids, the fair star Of early Phosphorus falute, at noon
Treads the crimp earth, ranging through fields and Jocund with frequent-rifing fumes! by ufe
Offenfive to the birds; fulphureous death
Checks their mid flight, and heedlefs while they ftrain Their tuneful throats, the towering, heavy lead, O'ertakes their speed; they leave their little lives Above the clouds, precipitant to earth.
The woodcock's early vifit, and abode Of long continuance in our temperate clime, Foretel a liberal harveft; he of times Intelligent, the harth Hyperborean ice Shuns for our equal winters; when our funs Cleave the chill'd foil, he backward wings his way To Scandinavian frozen fummers, meet For his numb'd blood. But nothing profits more Than frequent fnows: O, may'st thou often see Thy furrows when'd by the woolly rain Nutricious fecret nitre lurks within The porous wet, quickening the languid glebe. Sometimes thou shalt with fervent vows implore A moderate wind; the orchat loves to wave With winter winds, before the gems exert Their feeble heads; the loofened roots then drink Large increment, earnest of happy years.
Nor will it nothing profit to obferve The monthly stars, their powerful influence O'er planted fields, what vegetables reign Under each fign. On our account has Jove
Inftructed, thus to quell their native phlegm Prevailing, and engender wayward mirth.
What need to treat of diftant climes, remov'd Far from the floping journey of the year, Beyond Petfora, and Inlandic coafts? Where ever-during fnows, perpetual shades Of darkness, would congeal their livid blood, Did not the Arctic tract fpontaneous yield A chearing purple berry, big with wine, Intenfely fervent, which each hour they crave, Spread round a flaming pile of pines, and oft They interlard their native drinks with choice Of strongest Brandy, yet fcarce with these aids Fnabled to prevent the fudden rot
Of freezing nose, and quick-decaying feet.
Nor lefs the fable borderers of Nile, Nor they who Taprobane manure, nor they, Whom funny Borneo bears, are ftor'd with streams Egregious, Rum, and Rice's fpirit extract. For here, expos'd to perpendicular rays, In vain they covet fhades, and Thrascia's gales, Pining with Equinoctial heat, unless The cordial glafs perpetual motion keep, Quick circuiting; nor dare they close their eyes, Void of a bulky charger near their lips,
With which, in often interrupted fleep, Their frying blood compels to irrigate Their dry-furr'd tongues, elfe minutely to death Obnoxious, difmal death, th' effect of drought!
More happy they, born in Columbus' world, Carybbes, and they, whom the Cotton plant With downy-fprouting vefts arrays! their woods Bow with prodigious nuts, that give at once Celeftial food, and nectar; then, at hand The Lemon, uncorrupt with voyage long, To vinous fpirits added (heavenly drink!) They with pneumatic engine ceafelefs draw, Intent on laughter; a continual tide Flows from th' exhilarating fount. As, when Against a fecret cliff, with fudden shock A fhip is dafh'd, and leaking drinks the fea, Th' atonith'd mariners ay ply the pump, Nor ftay, nor reft, till the wide breach is clos'd: So they (but chearful) unfatigued, ftill move The draining fucker, then alone concern'd When the dry bowl forbids their pleasing work.
But if to hoarding thou art bent, thy hones Are fruftrate, fhould't thou think thy pipes will flow With early limpid wine. The hoarded ftore, And the harth draught, muft twice endure the fun's Kind ftrengthening heat, twice winter's purging cold. There are, that a compounded fluid drain
From different mixtures, Woodcock, Pippin, Moyle, Rough Eliot, fweet Permain: the blended ftreams (Each mutually correcting each) create
A pleasurable medley, of what tafte Hardly diftinguith'd; as the fhowery arch, With lifted colours gay, Ore, Azure, Gules, Delights and puzzles the beholder's eye,
That views the watery brede, with thoufand fhews Of painture vary'd, yet 's unfkill'd to tell Or where one colour rifes, or one faints.
Some Cyders have by art, or age, unlearn'd Their genuine relish, and of fundry vines Affum'd the flavour; one fort counterfeits The Spanish product; this, to Gauls has feem'd The fparkling Nectar of Champaigne; with that, A German oft has fwill'd his throat, and fworn, Deluded, that imperial Rhine bestow'd
The generous rummer, whilst the owner, pleas'd, Laughs inly at his guests, thus entertain'd With foreign vintage from his cyder cafk.
Soon as thy liquor from the narrow cells Of clofe preft hufks is freed, thou must refrain Thy thirty foul; let none perfuade to broach Thy thick, unwhole fome, undigested cades: The hoary frofts, and northern blafts, take care Thy muddy beverage to ferene, and drive Precipitant the bafer, ropy lees.
And now thy wine's tranfpicuous, purg'd from all Its earthy grofs, yet let it feed a while On the fat refufe, left too foon disjoin'd From fprightly, it to fharp or vapid change. When to convenient vigor it attains, Suffice it to provide a brazen tube Inflext; felf-taught, and voluntary, flies The defecated liquor, through the vent Afcending, then by downward tract convey'd, Spouts into fubject veffels, lovely clear.
As when a noon-tide fun, with fummer beams,
Darts through a cloud, her watery skirts are edg With lucid amber, or undroffy gold:
So, and fo richly, the purg'd liquid fhines.
Now alfo, when the colds abate, nor yet Full fummer fhines, a dubious feafon, clofe In glafs thy purer ftreams, and let them gain, From due confinement, fpirit, and flavour new.
For this intent, the fubtle chemift feeds Perpetual flames, whofe unrefifted force O'er fand, and ashes, and the ftubborn flint Prevailing, turns into a fufil fea,
That in his furnace bubbles funny-red: From hence a glowing drop with hollow'd steel He takes, and by one efficacious breath Dilates to a furprising cube, or fphere, Or oval, and fit receptacles forms For every liquid, with his plaftic lungs, To human life fubfervient; by his means Cyders in metal frail improve: the Moyle, And tafteful Pippin, in a moon's thort year, Acquire complete perfection: Now they smoke Tranfparent, fparkling in each drop, delight Of curious palate, by fair virgins crav'd. But harfher fluids different lengths of time Expect: Thy flak will flowly mitigate The Eliot's roughness. Stirom, firmest fruit, Embottled (long as Priameian Troy Withstood the Greeks) endures, ere justly mild. Soften'd by age, it youthful vigor gains, Fallacious drink! ye honeft men, beware, Nor trust its smoothness; the third circling glafe Suffices virtue: But may hypocrites, (That flyly speak one thing, another think, Hateful as hell) pleas'd with the relish weak, Drink on unwarn'd, till, by inchanting cups Infatuate, they their wily thoughts difclofe, And through intemperance grow awhile fincere,
The farmer's toil is done; his cades mature Now call for vent; his lands exhauft permit T' indulge awhile. Now folemn rites he pays To Bacchus, author of heart-cheering mirth. His honeft friends, at thirsty hour of dusk, Come uninvited; he with bounteous hand Imparts his fmoking vintage, fweet reward Of his own induftry; the well-fraught bowl Circles inceffant, whilft the humble cell With quavering laugh and rural jefts refounds. Eafe, and content, and undiffembled love, Shine in each face; the thoughts of labour past Encreafe their joy. As, from retentive cage When fullen Philomel efcapes, her notes She varies, and of paft imprisonment Sweetly complains; her liberty retriev'd Cheers her fad foul, improves her pleasing fong. Gladfome they quaff, yet not exceed the bounds Of healthy temperance, nor incroach on night, Seafon of reft, but well bedew'd repair Each to his home, with unfupplanted feet- Ere heaven 's emblazon'd by the rofy dawn, Domeftic cares awake them; brifk they rife, Refresh'd, and lively with the joys that flow From amicable talk, and moderate cups Sweetly interchang'd. The pining lover finds Prefent redrefs, and long oblivion drinks Of coy Lucinda. Give the debtor wine; His joys are fhort, and few; yet when he drinks,
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