The Scotch Weather-Wife.
Scotland, thy weather’s like a modish wife;
Thy winds and rains maintain perpetual strife;
So termagant, a while, her thunder hies;
And when she can no longer scold—she cries.
On Milton. BY MR. DRYDEN.
Three poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn;
The first in loftiness of thought surpast;
The next in majesty; in both the last.