In acid Juice, in vain attempts to rise.
With what sublimest Joy from noisy Town,
At Rural Seat, Lucretelus retir’d,
Flaccus, untained by perplexing Cares,
Where the white Poplar, and the lofty Pine
Join Neighbouring Boughs, sweet Hospitable shade
Creating from Phœbean Rays secure,
A cool Retreat, with few well chosen Friends
On flowry Mead Recumbent, spent the Hours
In Mirth Innocuous, and Alternate Verse!