Convinc'd, she now contracts her vast design, 25 30 The medal, faithful to its charge of fame, This the blue varnish, that the green endears, 35 40 Poor Vadius, long with learned spleen devour'd, And Curio, restless by the fair one's side, Sighs for an Otho, and neglects his bride. Theirs is the vanity, the learning thine: Touch'd by thy hand, again Rome's glories shine; Her gods, and godlike heroes rise to view, And all her faded garlands bloom a-new. VER. 41. Poor Vadius,] Vadius was Dr. Woodward. 45 Nor Nor blush, these studies thy regard engage; And art reflected images to art. 50 Oh when shall Britain, conscious of her claim, 55 And vanquish'd realms supply recording gold? How Plato's, Bacon's, Newton's looks agree; 60 Or in fair series laurell'd bards be shown, A Virgil there, and here an Addison. Then shall thy CRAGGS (and let me call him mine) On the cast ore, another Pollio, shine; With aspect open, shall erect his head, And round the orb in lasting notes be read, "And prais'd unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd." 65 70 |