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Of greedy insects, that with fruitless toil,
Was of the sylvan kind, unciviliz'd, Flap filmy pennons oft, to extricate
Of no regard, till Scudamore's skilful hand Their feet, in liquid shackles bound, till death Improv'd her, and by courtly discipline Bereave them of their worthless souls : such doom Taught her the savage nature to forget : Waits luxury, and lawless love of gain!
Hence styl’d the Scudamorean plant; whose wine Howe'er thou may'st forbid external force, Whoever tastes, let him with grateful heart Intestine evils will prevail ; damp airs,
Respect that ancient loyal house, and wish And rainy winters, to the centre pierce
The nobler peer, that now transcends our hopes The firmest fruits, and by unseen decay
In early worth, his country's justest pride, The proper relish vitiate : then the grub
Uninterrupted joy, and health entire. Oft unobserv'd invades the vital core,
Lel every tree in every garden own Pernicious tenant, and her secret cave
The Red-streak as supreme, whose pulpous fruit Enlarges hourly, preying on the pulp
With gold irradiate, and vermilion shines,
Primeval interdicted plant that won
This, of more bounteous influence, inspires
Be thou the copious matter of my song, Now turn thine eye to view Alcinous' groves, And thy choice nectar; on which always waits The pride of the Phæacian isle, from whence, Laughter, and sport, and care-beguiling wit, Sailing the spaces of the boundless deep,
And friendship, chief delight of human life. To Ariconium precious fruits arriv'd :
What should we wish for more? or wby, in quest The Pippin burnish'd o'er with gold, the Moyle Of foreign vintage, insincere, and mixt, Of sweetest honied taste, the fair Permain Traverse th' extremest world? why tempt the rage Temper'd, like comeliest nymph, with red and white. Of the rough ocean? when our native glebe Salopian acres flourish with a growth
Imparts, from bounteous womb, annual recruits Peculiar, styl'd the Ottley: be thou first
Of wine delectable, that far surmounts This apple to transplant; if to the name
Gallic, or Latin grapes, or those that see Its merit answers, nowhere shalt thou find
The setting sun near Calpe's towering height. A wine more priz'd, or laudable of taste.
Nor let the Rhodian, nor the Lesbian vines Nor does the Eliot least deserve thy care,
Vaunt their rich Must, nor let Tokay contend Nor John-Apple, whose wither'd rind, intrencht For sovereignty ; Phanæus' self must bow With many a furrow, aptly represents
To th' Ariconian vales : and shall we doubt Decrepit age, nor that from Harvey nam’d, T'improve our vegetable wealth, or let Quick-relishing: why should we sing the Thrift, The soil lie idle, which, with fit manure, Codling, or Pomroy, or of pimpled coat
With largest usury repay,
alone The Russet, or the Cat's-Head's weighty orb, Empower'd to supply what Nature asks Enormous in its growth, for various use
Frugal, or what nice appetite requires ? Though these are meet, though after full repast The meadows here, with battening ooze enrich'd, Are oft requir'd, and crown the rich dessert ? Give spirit to the grass ; three cubits high
What, though the Pear-tree rival not the worth The jointed herbage shoots; th' unfallow'd glebe Of Ariconian products ? yet her freight
Yearly o'ercomes the granaries with store
Ascending spiral, rang'd in meet array!
Apples of price, and plenteous sheaves of corn, Would dread thy praise, and shun the dubious strife. Oft interlac'd occur, and both imbibe Be it thy choice, when summer-heats annoy, Fitting congenial juice; so rich the soil, To sit beneath her leafy canopy,
So much does fructuous moisture o'er-abound! Quaffing rich liquids! oh! how sweet t' enjoy, Nor are the hills unamiable, whose tops At once her fruits, and hospitable shade! To Heaven aspire, affording prospect sweet
But how with equal numbers shall we match To human ken; nor at their feet the vales The Musk's surpassing worth ; that earliest gives Descending gently, where the lowing herd Sure hopes of racy wine, and in its youth, Chew verdurous pasture; nor the yellow fields Its tender nonage, loads the spreading boughs Gaily interchang'd, with rich variety With large and juicy offspring, that defies
Pleasing; as when an emerald green, enchas'a The vernal nippings, and cold sideral blasts ! In flamy gold, from the bright mass acquires Yet let her to the Red-streak yield, that once | A nobler hue, more delicate to sight.
Next add the sylvan shades, and silent groves, O thou of ancient faith! exulting, thee,
To Weymouth, firmest friend of slighted worth
Of daily guests; whose board, with plenty crown'd, Awes the divided world to peace and love. Revives the feast-rites old: meanwhile his care Why should the Chalybes or Bilboa boast Forgets not the afflicted, but content Their harden'd iron; when our mines produce In acts of secret goodness, shuns the praise As perfect martial ore? Can Tmolus' head That sure attends. Permit me, bounteous lord, Vie with our saffron odors? or the fleece
To blazon what, though hid, will beauteous shine, Bætic, or finest Tarentine, compare
And with thy name to dignisy my song.
Approv'd in Anna's secret councils sits,
To old, or present time; yet not elate, Could do in rigid fight; and chiefly what
Not conscious of its skill? What praise deserves Brydges' wide-wasting hand, first garter'd knight, His liberal hand, that gathers but to give, Puissant author of great Chandos' stem,
Preventing suit ? O not unthankful Muse,
Will fast increase, faster thy just respect.
Such are our heroes, by their virtues known, In deepest councils : Ariconium pleas'd,
Or skill in peace, and war : of softer mould Him, as her chosen worthy, first salutes.
The female sex, with sweet attractive airs Him on th' Iberian, on the Gallic shore,
Subdue obdurate hearts. The travellers oft, Him hardy Britons bless; his faithful hand That view their matchless forms with transient glance Conveys new courage from afar, nor more
Catch sudden love, and sigh for nymphs unknown, The general's conduct, than his care arails. Smit with the magic of their eyes : nor hath
Thee also, glorious branch of Cecil's line, The dædal hand of Nature only pour'd
Unseign'd, and virtue most engaging, free
To th’ honest nuptial bed, and in the wane
And is there found a wretch so base of mind, His noble care : he generous thoughts instils That woman's powerful beauty dares condemn, Of true nobility, their country's love,
Exactest work of Heaven? He ill deserves (Chief end of life, and forms their ductile minds Or love, or pity; friendless let him see To human virtues : by his genius led,
Uneasy, tedious day, despis’d, forlorn, Thou soon in every art pre-eminent
As stain of human race: but may the man, Shalı grace this isle, and rise to Burleigh's fame. That cheerfully recounts the female's praise,
Hail, high-born peer! and thou, great nurse of arts, Find equal love, and love's untainted sweets And men, from whence conspicuous patriots spring, Enjoy with bonor! O, ye gods! might I Hanmer, and Bromley; thou, to whom with due Elect my fate, my happiest choice should be Respect Wintonia bows, and joyful owns
A fair and modest virgin, that invites Thy mnitred offspring; be for ever blest
With aspect chaste, forbidding loose desire, With like examples, and to future times
Tenderly smiling; in whose heavenly eye Proficuous, such a race of men produce,
Sits purest love enthron'd: but if the stars
Malignant these my better hopes oppose,
Muse, raise thy voice to Beaufort's spotless fame, Gladness and anguish, by kind intercourse
Of speech and offices. May in my mind, From royal ancestry, of kingly rights
Indelible, a grateful sense remain Faithful assertors, in bim centering meet
Or favors undeserv'd 0 thou! from whom Their glorious virtues, high desert from pride Gladly both rich and low seek aid ; most wise Disjoin'd, unshaken honor, and contempt
Interpreter of right, whose gracious voice Of strong allurements. O illustrious prince ! Breathes equity, and curbs too rigid law
With mild, impartial reason ; what returns • Oxford
Of thanks are due to thy beneficence * Dr. Aldrich, dean of Christ Church.
Freely vouchsaf'd, when to the gates of Death
I tended prone ? if thy indulgent care
of Phæbus, nor less fit Mæonides,
Thus tender Spenser liv'd, with mean repast
In foreign realm; yet not debas'd his verse
By Fortune's frowns. And had that other bard,* For that great task; the highly-honor'd name Oh, had but he, that first ennobled song Of Trevor must employ my willing thoughts With holy rapture, like his Abdiel been; Incessant, dwell for ever on my tongue.
'Mong many faithless, strictly faithful found; Let me be grateful; but let far from mo
Unpitied, he should not have wail'd his orbs, Be fawning cringe, and false dissembling look, That roll'd in vain to find the piercing ray, And servile flattery, that harbors oft
And found no dawn, by dim diffusion veild !
O HARCOURT, whom th' ingenuous love of arts
For ever venerable, rural seats, Unpitied; yet his mind, of evil pure,
Tibur, and Tusculum, or Virgil's urn, Supports him, and intention free from fraud. Green with immortal bays, which haply thou, If no retinue with observant eyes
especting his great name, dost now approach Attend him, if he can't with purple stain
With bended knee, and strow with purple flowers • Of cumbrous vestments, labor'd o'er with gold, Unmindful of thy friends, that ill can brook Dazzle the crowd, and set them all agape; This long delay. At length, dear youth, return, Yet clad in homely weeds, from Envy's darts Of wit and judgment ripe in blooming years, Remote he lives, nor knows the nightly pangs
And Britain's isle with Latian knowledge grace. Of conscience, nor with spectres' grisly forms, Return, and let thy father's worth excite Demons, and injur'd souls, at close of day Thirst of pre-eminence; see! how the cause Annoy'd, sad interrupted slumbers finds;
of widows, and of orphans, he asserts But (as a child, whose inexperienc'd age
With winning rhetoric, and well-argu'd law! Nor evil purpose fears, nor knows) enjoys
Mark well his footsteps, and, like him, deserve Night's sweet refreshment, humid sleep sincere. Thy prince's favor, and thy country's love. When Chanticleer, with clarion shrill, recalls Meanwhile (although the Massic grape delights, The tardy day, he to his labors hies
Pregnant of racy juice, and Formian hills Gladsome, intent on somewhat that may ease Temper thy cups, yet) wilt not thou reject Unhealthy mortals, and with curious search Thy native liquors: lo! for thee my mill Examines all the properties of herbs,
Now grinds choice apples, and the British vats Fossils, and minerals, that th' embowell'd Earth O'erflow with generous Cider ; far remote Displays, if by his industry he can
Accept this labor, nor despise the Muse, Benefit human race: or else his thoughts
That, passing lands and seas, on thee attends. Are exercis'd with speculations deep
Thus far of trees: the pleasing task remains, Of good, and just, and meet, and th' wholesome rules To sing of wines, and Autumn's blest increase. Of temperance, and aught that may improve Th' effects of art are shown, yet what avails The moral life; not sedulous to rail,
'Gainst Heaven? ost, notwithstanding all thy care Nor with envenom'd tongue to blast the fame To help thy plants, when the small fruitery seems Of harmless men, or secret whispers spread Exempt from ills, an oriental blast 'Mong faithful friends, to breed distrust and hate. Disastrous flies, soon as the hind fatigu'd Studious of virtue, he no life observes,
Unyokes his team; the tender freight, unskill'd Except his own; his own employs his cares,
To bear the hot disease, distemper'd pines Large subject! that he labors to refine
In the year's prime: the deadly plague annoys Daily, nor of his little stock denies
The wide inclosure : think not vainly now
To treat thy neighbors with mellifuous cups,
With tasteless water wash thy drouthy throat.
A thousand accidents the farmer's hopes By stormy shocks, must not neglected lie, Subvert, or check; uncertain all his toil,
The prey of worms: a frugal man I knew, Till lusty Autumn's lukewarın days, allay'd Rich in one barren acre, which, subdued With gentle colds, insensibly confirm
By endless culture, with sufficient Must His ripening labors : Autumn, to the fruits His casks replenish'd yearly : he no more Earth's various lap produces, vigor gives
Desir'd, nor wanted; diligent to learn Equal, intenerating milky grain,
The various seasons, and by skill repel Berries, and sky-dy'd Plums, and what in coat Invading pests, successful in his cares, Rough, or soft-rin'd, or bearded husk, or shell ; Till the damp Libyan wind, with tempests arm'd Fat Olives, and Pistacio's fragrant nut,
Outrageous, bluster'd horrible amidst And the Pine's tasteful apple: Autumn paints His Cider-grove: o'erturn'd by furious blasts, Ausonian hills with Grapes; whilst English plains The sightly ranks fall prostrate, and around Blush with pomaceous harvests, breathing sweets. Their fruitage scatter'd, from the genial boughs O let me now, when the kind early dew
Stript immature : yet did he not repine, Unlocks th' embosom'd odors, walk among Nor curse his stars : but prudent, his fallen heaps The well-rang'd files of trees, whose full-ag'd store Collecting, cherish'd with the tepid wreaths Diffuse ambrosial steams, than Myrrh, or Nard, Of tedded grass, and the Sun's mellowing beams More grateful, or perfuming flowery Bean! Rivali'd with ariful heats, and thence procur'd Soft whispering airs, and the lark’s matin song A costly liquor, by improving time, Then woo to musing, and becalm the mind Equall'd with what the happiest vintage bears. Perplex'd with irksome thoughts. Thrice-happy time, But this I warn thee, and shall always warn, Best portion of the various year, in which No heterogeneous mixtures use, as some Nature rejoiceth, smiling on her works
With wat'ry turnips have debas'd their wines, Lovely, to full perfection wrought! but ah! Too frugal; nor let the crude humors dance Short are our joys, and neighboring griefs disturb In heated brass, steaming with fire intense ; Our pleasant hours! inclement Winter dwells Although Devonia much commends the use Contiguous; forth with frosty blasts deface
Or strength'ning Vulcan: with their native strength The blithesome year: trees of their shrivel'd fruits Thy wines sufficient, other aid refuse ; Are widow'd, dreary storms o'er all prevail! And, when th' allotted orb of time's complete, Now, now is the time, ere hasty suns forbid Are more commended than the labor'd drinks. To work, disburthen thou thy sapless wood
Nor let thy avarice tempt thee to withdraw of its rich progeny; the turgid fruit
The priest's appointed share ; with cheerful heart A bounds with mellow liquor : now exhort The tenth of thy increase bestow, and own Thy hinds to exercise the pointed steel
Heaven's bounteous goodness, that will sure repay On the hard rock, and give a wheely form Thy grateful duty: this neglected, fear To the expected grinder: now prepare
Signal vengeance, such as overtook Materials for thy mill; a sturdy post
A miser, that unjustly once withheld Cylindric, to support the grinder's weight
The clergy's due: relying on himself, Excessive; and a flexile sallow, intrench'd,
His fields he tended, with successless care, Rounding, capacious of the juicy hoard.
Early and late, when or unwish'd-for rain Nor must thou not be mindful of thy press,
Descended, or unseasonable frosts
The dew suspended staid, and left unmoist
Be just, and wise, and tremble to transgress. Whose prime is past; the vigorous horse disdains Learn now the promise of the coming year, Such servile labors, or, if forc'd, forgets
To know, that by no flattering signs abus'd, His past achievements, and victorious palms. Thou wisely may'st provide: the various Moon Blind Bayard rather, worn with work, and years, Prophetic, and attendant stars, explain Shall roll th' unwieldy stone; with sober pace Each rising dawn; ere icy crusts surmount He 'll tread the circling path till dewy eve, The current stream, the heavenly orbs serene From early day-spring, pleas'd to find his age Twinkle with trembling rays, and Cynthia glows Declining not unuseful to his lord.
With light unsullied: now the fowler, warn'd Some, when the press, by utmost vigor screw'd, By these good omens, with swift early steps (glades Has drain’d the pulpous mass, regale their swine Treads the crimp earth, ranging through fields and With the dry refuse ; thou, more wise, shalt steep Offensive to the birds ; sulphureous death Thy husks in water, and again employ
Checks their mid light, and heedless while they strain The ponderous engine. Water will imbibe Their tuneful throats, the towering, heavy lead The small remains of spirit, and acquire
O'ertakes their speed ; they leave their little lives A vinous flavor; this the peasants blithe
Above the clouds, precipitant to Earth. Will quaff, and whistle, as thy tinkling team
The woodcock's early visit, and abode They drive, and sing of Fusca's radiant eyes, or long continuance in our temperate clime, Pleas'd with the medley draught. Nor shalt thou now Foretell a liberal harvest; he of times Reject the apple-cheese, though quite exhaust : Intelligent, the harsh Hyperborean ice Even now 'twill cherish, and improve the roots Shuns for our equal winters; when our suns Of sickly plants ; new vigor hence convey'd Cleave the chill'd soil, he backward wings his way Will yield an harvest of unusual growth.
To Scandinavian frozen summers, meet Such profit springs from husks discreetly usd ! For his numb'd blood. But nothing profits more
The tender apples, from their parents rent Than frequent snows: 0, may'st thou often see
Thy furrows whiten'd by the woolly rain
Egregious, Rum, and Rice's spirit extract. Nutritious! secret nitre lurks within
For here, expos'd to perpendicular rays,
Sometimes thou shalt with fervent vows implore Pining with equinoctial heat, unless
Quick circuiting ; nor dare they close their eyes,
With which, in often-interrupted sleep, Nor will it nothing profit to observe
'Their frying blood compels to irrigate The monthly stars, their powerful influence Their dry-furr'd tongues, else minutely to death O'er planted fields, wbat vegetables reign
Obnoxious, dismal death, th' effect of drought! Under each sign. On our account has Jove
More happy they, born in Columbus' world, Indulgent, to all moons some succulent plant Carybbes, and they, whom the Cotton plant Allotted, that poor helpless man might slack With downy-sprouting vests arrays! their woods His present thirst, and matter find for toil.
Bow with prodigious nuts, that give at once
To vinous spirits added (heavenly drink !)
Flows from the exhilarating fount. As, when Medicinal, and short-breath'd, ancient sires.
Against a secret cliff, with sudden shock But, if thou 'rt indefatigably bent
A ship is dash'd, and leaking drinks the sea, To toil, and omnifarious drinks wouldst brew; Th' astonish'd mariners aye ply the pump, Besides the orchat, every hedge and bush
Nor stay, nor rest, till the wide breach is clos'd : Affords assistance ; ev'n afflictive Birch,
So they (but cheerful) unfatigued, still move Curs’d by unletter'd, idle youth, distils
The draining sucker, then alone concernd A limpid current from her wounded bark,
When the dry bowl forbids their pleasing work. Profuse of nursing sap. When solar beams
But if to hoarding thou art bent, thy hopes Parch thirsty human veins, the damask'd meads, Are frustrate, shouldst thou think thy pipes will flow Unforc'd, display ten thousand painted flowers With early limpid wine. The hoarded store, Useful in potables. Thy little sons
And the harsh draught, must twice endure ihe Sun's Permit to range the pastures: gladly they Kind strengthening heat, twice Winter's purging Will mow the cowslip-posies, faintly sweet,
cold. From whence thou artificial wines shalt drain
There are, that a compounded fluid drain of icy taste, that, in mid fervors, best
From different mixtures, Woodcock, Pippin, Moyle, Slack craving thirst, and mitigate the day. Rough Eliot, sweet Permain: the blended streams
Happy Tërne,* whose most wholesome air (Each mutually correcting each) create
A pleasurable medley, of what taste
Delights and puzzles the beholder's eye,
Or where one color rises, or one faints.
Some Ciders have by art, or age, unlearn'd
Assum'd the flavor ; one sort counterfeits
The Spanish product; this, to Gauls has seem'd Jocund with frequent-rising fumes! by use The sparkling Nectar of Champagne ; with that, Instructed, thus to quell their native phlegm A German oft has swillid his throat, and sworn, Prevailing, and engender wayward mirth.
Deluded, that imperial Rhine bestow'd What need to treat of distant climes, remov'd The generous rummer, whilst the owner, pleas'd, Far from the sloping journey of the year,
Laughs inly at his guests, thus entertain'd Beyond Petsora, and Islandic coasts?
With foreign vintage from his cider-cask. Where ever-during snows, perpetual shades
Soon as thy liquor from the narrow cells Of darkness, would congeal their livid blood, Of close-prest husks is freed, thou must refrain Did not the Arctic tract spontaneous yield
Thy thirsty soul ; let none persuade to broach A cheering purple berry, big with wine,
Thy thick, unwholesome, undigested cades : Intensely fervent, which each hour they crave, The hoary frosts, and northern blasts, take care Spread round a flaming pile of pines, and oft Thy muddy beverage to serene, and drive They interlard their native drinks with choice Precipitant the baser, ropy lees. Of strongest Brandy, yet scarce with these aids And now thy wine's transpicuous, purg'd from all Enabled to prevent the sudden rot
Its earthly gross, yet let it feed awhile Of freezing nose, and quick-decaying feet.
On the fat refuse, lest, too soon disjoin'd,
From sprightly, it to sharp or vapid change.
Inflext; self-taught, and voluntary, flies
The defecated liquor, through the vent