Unletter’d reveller, whose joys
Were rudeness, turbulence, and noise,
But her, no less of British kind,
Well-bred, intelligent, refin’d,
Of younger years and purer mold,
Chaste as the Huntress Queen of old.
Yes, I am thine, enchanting maid!
Come, in thy decent robes array’d!
O bring thy blithe companion, Health,
Who smiles, and mocks the sluggard Wealth;