That frisk it under Pindus’ shades.
In noble songs, and lofty odes,
They tread on stars, and talk with gods;
Still dancing in an airy round,
Still pleased with their own verses’ sound;
Brought back, how fast soe’er they go,
Always aspiring, always low.
PHILLIS’ AGE
How old may Phillis be, you ask,
Whose beauty thus all hearts engages?