On unbought delicates their hunger fed,

And for their drink the swelling clusters bled:

The vallies rang with their delicious strains,

And Pleasure revell'd on those happy plains."

How beautifully versified is the opening of his picture of the Temple of Diana!

"Within a little silent grove hard by,

Upon a small ascent, he might espy

A stately chapel, richly gilt without,

Beset with shady sycamores about:

And, ever and anon, he might well hear