4^ T/?e H I S T O R Y Chap. i. 



haps as beautiful as any of the Poets, not ex- 

 cepting Virgil and Horace themfelves. He 

 begins : 



r^^,r^^,Lamoignon5 with the Town Vm tifd^ 

 And hate the Follies that I once admird: 

 I to the Shades^ my only Refuge^ flie^ 

 And thus p'efent its Landskip to your Eye. 



I cann't poflibly follow him, without fwell- 

 ing this Hiftory beyond its Bulk : Befides, 

 his Poems being in Print, I referr my Reader 

 to them, with a Quotation out of the middle 

 of that Poem 5 



Give me the Shades^ the Forefis^and the Fields^ 

 Andthefoft Sweets which Rural Quiet yields ^ 

 Oh^ leave me to the fref), the fragrant Breeze, 

 And let me here awhile enjoy my Eafe : 

 Let me Pomona'^ plenteous Blejjings crop^ 

 And fee rich Autum'j ripen d Burthen drop 5 

 *Till Bacchus with full Clujters crowns the Tear, 

 And gladdens with bis Load the Vintager, 



Mr. Ozell. 



More might be faid 5 but I hafte home to 

 Great-Britain, after this Search into the Ac- 

 count of Horticulture : And if it be thought 

 I have been too ftiort in thofe of the modern 

 Italian and Gal lick Virtuofo's in Gardening, 

 I promife ( by the affiftance of Providence ) 

 to make amends in time to come. 



And 



