If yet your thoughts are loose from state affairs, Nor feel the burden of a kingdom's cares; If yet your time and actions are your own; Receive the present of a Muse unknown:...
While haughty Gallia's dames, that pread O'er their pale cheeks, an artful red, Beheld this beauteous stranger there In native charms, divinely fair; Confusion in their looks they show'd;...
The Lord my pasture shall prepare And feed me with a shepherds care; His presence shall my wants supply And guard me with a watchful eye; My noonday walks He shall attend...
How long, great Poet, shall thy sacred lays Provoke our wonder, and transcend our praise? Can neither injuries of time, or age, Damp thy poetic heat, and quench thy rage? No so thy Ovid in his exile wrote,...