The Same Ode Imitated.
[Beville! who with your Friend would roam]
By Mr. Marriott, Fellow of Trinity-Hall, Cambridge.
1
Beville!
who with your Friend would roam
Far from your England's happier Home,
Should e'er the Fates that Friend detain
In gayer France, or graver Spain:
2
Know, all my Wish is to retreat,
When Age shall quench my youthful Heat,
In Kentish Shades sweet Peace to find,
And leave the Sons of Care behind.
3
But should this pleasing Hope be vain,
May I fair Windsor's Seat attain,
Where Loddon's gentle Waters glide,
And Flocks adorn its flowery Side!
4
Sweet Groves! I love your silent Shades,
Your russet Lawns, and opening Glades.
With fam'd Italia's Plains may vye
Your fertile Fields, and healthful Sky.
5
Here, let our Eve of Life be spent;
Here, Friend shall live with Friend content:
Here, in cold Earth, my Limbs be laid;
And here, your generous Tear be paid.
