‘The Farm tho’ bad, and in such piteous case,
‘Was situated in a lovely Place.
‘The Air was charming, and the Soil was sound—
‘No wonder Neighbours hanker’d for the Ground.
‘So Foreign[47] Ants, and Locusts left their Station,
‘With other Vermin from a distant Nation,
‘Advanced in Hosts, and soon without controul,
‘With little trouble occupied the whole.
‘Fled to a Ship, the Squire the Canvas fills,
‘To see a Farm he had at the Brazils: