With purer Waves henceforth shall Satyr flow,
And we this change to your chast Labours owe;
Satyr before from a Polluted Source
Brought Native Filth, augmented in its course.
No longer muddy shall those Streams appear,
Which you have purg’d, and made so sweet, and clear.
Well may your Wit to us a wonder seem,
So strong’s the Current, yet so clear the stream,
Deep, but not Dull, thro’ each transparent Line
We see the Gems, which at the Bottom shine.