Supinely lazy, loiters Life away.”
This is a good deal more like a poet than a shepherd. The fellow might have retorted that even if he converted his sheep hook into a pen he might not be the one of whom the poet wrote,—
“Great Caroline her Royal Bounty show’d
To one, and raised him from the grov’ling Crowd”—
that Queen Caroline could not be expected to replenish the Yeomen with Arcadians only.
Duck was at least as much awed by the Queen as by Nature. Richmond Park and the Royal Gardens so disturbed his judgment that he believed it possible, if Pope’s Muse would visit him,—
“Then Richmond Hill renown’d in Verse should grow,
And Thames re-echo to the Song below;
A second Eden in my Page should shine,