HEWarmth your Beans produc'd, you must excuse;
Your Commendation first inspir’d my Muse :
Your friendly Praise supports her feeble Wing :
You both invite, and teach her how to fing.
And while by Art your charming Numbers move,
Her Wood-wild Notes instruct her to improve.
Cenfure, in this Attempt, can only say,
That I my Debt of Thanks too poorly pay;
That from your Bounty I my Tribute raise,
And but return the Product of your Praise.
ret Mortals thus to Sacred Altars go,
With Presents which the Gods did first bestow.
We treat them from the Stores which they dispense,
Not to Requite, but how our grateful Sense.
To fing your Toils, let abler Bards aspire,
While I at distance filently admire
How much oblig'd your Country is to you,
If Wit, and Learning, here, those Charms renew,
That Art's Admirer once to Athens drew.
If thither Conqu’ring Rome for Knowledge fought,
What Miracles have you for Britain wrought !
Who Athens home to us, at your ow12 Charge have brought
Aspiring Lewis's self must yield to you,
In that Sole Praise which he can call his Duez
Translated Learning France too dearly buys,
Which cheaply your Compendious Book supplies.
This Diff'rence too, your Preference secures,
His Aim was Glory, Publick Good was Tours.
For while you move the various Orbs of Wit,
Conceald the great Intelligences fita