Men knew not if he farm’d, but they allow’d him taste. }
Books, prints, and music, cease, at times, to charm,
And sometimes men can neither ride nor farm;
They look for kindred minds, and Cecil found,
In Farmer Ellis, one inform’d and sound;
But in his wife—I hate the fact I tell—
A lovely being, who could please too well; 550
And he was one who never would deny
Himself a pleasure, or indeed would try.
Early and well the wife of Ellis knew