This artless elegance, this native fire
Provok'd his tuneful heir
to strike the lyre,
Who, proud his numbers with that prose to join,
Wove an illustrious wreath for Friendship's shrine.
Mr. Pope,
in his Epistle to Jervas, has these lines:
Read these instructive leaves, in which conspire Fresnoy's close art with Dryden's native fire.