TO
William Somervile, Esq;
On his POEM call'd
The CHACE.
While you, Sir, gain the steep Ascent to Fame,
And Honours due to deathless Merit claim;
To a weak Muse a kind Indulgence lend,
Fond with just Praise your Labours to commend,
And tell the World, that Somervile's her Friend.
Her Incense guiltless of the Forms of Art
Breaths all the Huntsman's Honesty of Heart;
Whose Fancy still the pleasing Scene retains
Of Edric's Villa, and Ardenna's Plains:
And Honours due to deathless Merit claim;
To a weak Muse a kind Indulgence lend,
Fond with just Praise your Labours to commend,
And tell the World, that Somervile's her Friend.
Her Incense guiltless of the Forms of Art
Breaths all the Huntsman's Honesty of Heart;
Whose Fancy still the pleasing Scene retains
Of Edric's Villa, and Ardenna's Plains:
