With such old counsellors they did advise,
And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise.
On St. James's Park.
And keeps the palace of the soul.[221:1]
Of Tea.
Poets lose half the praise they should have got,
Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
Upon Roscommon's Translation of Horace, De Arte Poetica.
Could we forbear dispute and practise love,
We should agree as angels do above.