When playful Art the Landscape warms

With Italy’s unclouded skies!

Stay, vanity! nor yet demand

Thy portrait from the painter’s hand!

Nor ask thou, Indolence, to aid thy dream,

The soft illusion of the mimic stream,

That twinkles to thy sight with Cynthia’s[31] trembling beam!

Be thine, my Friend, a nobler task!

Beside thy vacant Easel see

Guests, who, with claims superior, ask