This relic, generous owner! spare
To Needwood’s earliest poet’s prayer:
So prosper here thy fair designs;
So Beauty lend thee her own lines;
So here all social Pleasures throng;
And sweet Enjoyment flourish long.
Revered Swilcar![[89]] kingly Oak!
Ill spar’d from thee th’ assassin’s stroke.
How brilliant was thy sylvan court!
Of sons and subjects proud resort;