Than it was wont to seem, for thou wilt be
A visitant of loftier domes and halls,
Meet for the feet of princes.
Mrs. Sigourney.
55. Your house a cottage more
Than palace, and will fitting be
For all your use, not luxury.
Your garden painted o'er
With Nature's hand, not Art's, will pleasures yield
Horace might envy in his Sabine field.