Georgicon, Bk. IV. vv. 116-148
My helm points landwards; and yet would I fain
Re-commission my Muse, and sail again.
The breezes, as I coast by Pæstum, bring
Its twice-blowing rosebeds’ scent; I would sing,
But for emulous themes, how to inlay
A garden’s borders with a rich array
Of rainbow-hued gems that a loving care
Joys to persuade them in due course to wear.
Use and delight will play an equal part,