“What dost thou here, mean paltry thing,
“Go blow in yonder field;
“Nor thus disgrace fair Flora’s tribes,
“That heav’nly beauties yield.
V.
“Go, with thy faint and sickly hue;
“Some chearless vale adorn;
“But here intrude not on our reign,
“Nor drink the dew of morn.
VI.