THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 3 



Deformity to grace, expence to gain, 



And pleas'd returns to Earth's maternal lap 



The long-loft {tores of AMALTHEA'S horn. 



When fuch the theme, the Poet fmiles fecure 

 Of candid audience, and with touch afTur'd ^5 



Refumes his reed ASCR^EAN; eager he 

 To ply its warbling flops of various note 

 In Nature's caufe, that Albion's liftening youths, 

 Inform'd erewhile to fcorn the long-drawn lines 

 Of ftraight formality, alike may fcorn 40 



Thofe quick, acute, perplex'd, and tangled paths, 

 That, like the fnake crufh'd by the fharpen'd fpade, 

 Writhe in convulfive torture, and full oft, 

 Thro' many a dank and unfunn'd labyrinth, 

 Miflead our flep ; till giddy, fpent, and foil'd, 45 



We reach the point where firft our race began. 

 Thefe Fancy priz'd erroneous, what time Tafte, 

 An infant yet, firft join'd her to deftroy 

 The meafur'd pilatform ; into falfe extremes 



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