For ever blest be the prolific Brain 
Could not this store of Images contain! 
Such various talents were by Heaven design'd 
(Too vast a Treasure for a single mind!),
To please, astonish, and instruct Mankind.
Thus the charg'd Trees, with blooming odours crown'd, 
Shed their fair Blossoms with profusion round; 
The rich manure improves the barren Ground.
So swells the Brook with heaven descended Rain, 
And flows meandering on thirsty Plain; 
    With a delight, not to be told, I view 
Themes long exhausted, in your Hands grow new. 
Past all describing, your descriptions are, 
So full, so just, so wild and regular. 
The Style so varied that it wants a Name, 
Which, ever differing, ever is the same.
You raise, or calm our Passions, as you please, 
The Human Heart your powerful Pen obeys, 
When eager Trasimond pursues the Course, 
We hear the Whip, and see the Foaming Horse, 
With soft Sophronia, we have wept and smiled, 
So soon offended, sooner reconcil'd. 
    Go on, great Author, that the World may see 
How bright, when from Pedantic fetters free, 
True Genius shines, and shines alone in thee. 
Give new Editions, with a noble Scorn 
Of Insect Critics who'd Obscure thy Morn; 
Neglect their Censures, nor thy Work delay, 
The Owls still sicken at the sight of Day.