THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 13 



Had giv'n to injur'd man his only plea 



(And that the tyrant's plea*) to work your harm. 



InflincT:, alas, like wayward Reafon, now 



Veers from its pole. There was a golden time 



When each created being kept its fphere 22*5 



Appointed, nor infring'd its neighbour's right. 



The flocks, to whom the graffy lawn was giv'n, 



Fed on its blades contented ; now they crufh 



Each fcion's tender moots, and, at its birth, 



Deftroy, what, fav'd from their remorfelefs tooth, 23 



Had been the tree of Jove. Ev'n while I (ing, 



Yon wanton lamb has cropt the woodbine's pride, 



That bent beneath a full-blown load of fweets, 



And fill'd the air with perfume; fee it falls-;- 



The bufy bees, with many a murmur fad, 235 



Hang o'er their honied lofs. Why is it thus ? 



Ah, why muft Art defend the friendly fhades 



Sh&rear'd to fhield you from the noontide beam 



Traitors, 



* Alluding to Milton. 



So fpake the Fiend,.. and' with' necejjtty^ 



The tyrant's plea, excus'd his devilifli deeds. 



Paradife Loft, book iv. line 393. 



