When playful Art the Landscape warms
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