Bloom of Wit, and choicest Flow'r Of the @3Muses@1 Blissful Bow'r; Thou, of @#Jove@1 the fond Delight, Brightest Offspring of the Bright. E're, in the Poetic Strain, Thou exert thy Manly-Reign, Readers absolute to keep A wake, or kindly Lull a sleep . . . And the Smoothness of the Numbers, Witchingly inviting Slumbers; And the Sense that finely shews, Thin as thinnest Blossom blows. |