WITH THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOR.
No charms are wanting to thy artful fong,
Soft as Corelli, but as Virgil strong:
From words fo fweet new grace the notes receive,
And Mufic borrows helps fhe us'd to give.
Thy ftyle hath match'd what ancient Romans knew,
Thy Hlowing numbers far excel the new,
Their cadence in fuch eafy found convey'd,
That height of thought may feem fuperfluous aid;
Yet in fuch charms the noble thoughts abound,
That needlefs feem the fweets of eafy found.
Accept, great Monarch of the British lays!
The tribute-fong an humble fubject pays:
So tries the artlefs lark her early flight,
And foars to hail the god of Verfe and Light.
Unrivall'd as thy merit be thy fame,
And thy own laurels fhade thy envy'd name.
AT THE Apollo Pels, BY THE MARTINS.
Anno 1778.