And crowd to Stella’s at fourscore.
Jonathan Swift.
CXXXVII
ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING ARTS AND LEARNING IN AMERICA.
The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime
Barren of every glorious theme,
In distant lands now waits a better time,
Producing subjects worthy fame.
In happy climes, where from the genial sun 5
And virgin earth such scenes ensue,
The force of art by nature seems outdone,