STERN Winter now, by Spring reprefs'd, Forbears the long continued ftrife; Now o'er the rural kingdom roves And vegetation plants the plain. Unhappy! whom to beds of pain, * Whom fimiling nature courts in vain, Tho' rapture fings and beauty fhines, Yet tho' my limbs disease invades, And bears me to the peaceful shades Where Here ftop, my foul, thy rapid flight, Nor from the pleasing groves depart, Where first great nature charm'd my fight, Where wisdom firft inform'd my heart. *The author being ill of the gout.. Here Here let me thro' the vales purfue, From falfe careffes, caufelefs ftrife, When best enjoy’d—when most improv❜d. Teach me, thou venerable bower, When pride by guilt to greatness climbs, But left I fall by fubtler foes, Bright wisdom teach me Curio's art, THE |