To Mr. THOMSON, On his unfinished Plan of a Poem, called the CASTLE of Indolence, in Spenfer's Style. By Dr. M ORE L L.. I. S when the filk-worm, erft the tender care A$ Of Syrian maidens, 'gins for to unfold He refts fupine, imprison'd in the maze, The which himself did make, the gathering of his days." So thou, they fay, from thy prolific brain, The which thyself didst make, the gathering of thy power. III. But Venus, fuffering not her favourite worm When, lo! eftfoons from the furrounding gloom, So may the God of Science and of Wit, Like thine own hero dight, fliest o'er the plains, Chaunting his peerless praise in never-dying strains. CON |