For here, who once in youthful charms appears
May bloom uninjured for a thousand years;
May time—till now opposed in vain—defie,
And live still fair, till Nature’s self shall die.
Here may the toasts of every age be seen,
From Britain’s Gunning back to Sparta’s Queen:
And every hero history’s page can bring
From Macedonia’s down to Prussia’s king.
Perhaps the art may track the circling world.
Where’er thy Britain has her sails unfurl’d;