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The works, in verse and prose, of William Shenstone, Esq

In two volumes. With Decorations. The fourth edition

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To the VIRTUOSOS.

Hail curious wights! to whom so fair
The form of mortal flies is!
Who deem those grubs beyond compare,
Which common sense despises.
Whether o'er hill, morass or mound,
You make your sportsman sallies;
Or that your prey in gardens found
Is urg'd thro' walks and allies,

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Yet, in the fury of the chace,
No slope cou'd e'er retard you;
Blest if one fly repay the race,
Or painted wing reward you.
Fierce as Camilla o'er the plain
Pursu'd the glitt'ring stranger;
Still ey'd the purple's pleasing stain,
And knew not fear nor danger.
'Tis you dispense the fav'rite meat
To nature's filmy people;
Know what conserves they chuse to eat,
And what liqueurs, to tipple.
And, if her brood of insects dies,
You sage assistance lend her;
Can stoop to pimp for am'rous flies,
And help 'em to engender.
'Tis you protect their pregnant hour;
And when the birth's at hand,
Exerting your obstetric pow'r
Prevent a mothless land.
Yet oh! howe'er your tow'ring view
Above gross objects rises,
Whate'er refinements you pursue,
Hear, what a friend advises:

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A friend, who, weigh'd with yours, must prize
Domitian's idle passion;
That wrought the death of teazing flies,
But ne'er their propagation.
Let Flavia's eyes more deeply warm,
Nor thus your hearts determine,
To slight dame nature's fairest form
And sigh for nature's vermin.
And speak with some respect of beaux,
Nor more as triflers treat 'em:
'Tis better learn to save one's cloaths,
Than cherish moths, that eat 'em.
 

See Virgil.