IN THE SIXTH MISCELLANY, TO THE AUTHOR OF ROSAMOND. -Ne forte pudori By Mr. TICKELL THE HE opera first Italian masters taught, Enrich'd with songs, but innocent of thought. Britannia's learned theatre disdains Melodious trifles and enervate strains; And blushes on her injur'd stage to see Nonsense well tun'd and sweet stupidity. No charms are wanting to thy artful Soft as Corelli, but as Virgil strong, From words so sweet new grace the notes receive, And music borrows helps she us'd to give. song, Thy style hath match'd what ancient Romans knew, Landscapes how gay the bow'ry grotto yields, 68 Nature and art in all their charms combin'd, Till Vanbrook fram'd and Marlbro' rais'd the dome. Nor longer that relentless doom bemoan, Accept, great monarch of the British lays, While the charm'd reader with thy thought complies, |