Long work perhaps may spoil thy colours quite, +/ But never will reduce the native white 10 í To all the ports of honour and of gain, I often steer my course in vain, he do As they who only heaven desire, to blue.12 This was my error, this my gross mistake, Myself a demy-votary to make. Thus with SAPPHIRA, and her husband's fate, VIII. Teach me not then, O thou fallacious Muse, The heaven under which I live is fair; The fertile soil will a full harvest bear; Thine, thine is all the barrenness; if thou Mak'st me sit still and sing, when I should plough; When I but think, how many a tedious year His long misfortunes fatal end; How chearfully, and how exempt from fear, To wait on his, O thou fallacious Muse! Kings have long hands (they say) and though I be So distant, they may reach at length to me. However, of all princes, thou Should'st not reproach rewards for being small or slow; Thou, who rewardest but with popular breath, DIALOGUE III. ON THE GOLDEN AGE OF QUEEN ELIZABETH: BETWEEN THE HON. ROBERT DIGBY, DR. ARBUTHNOT, AND MR. ADDISON, ་ DIALOGUE III. ON THE AGE OF QUEEN ELIZABETH. MR. DIGBY, DR. ARBUTHNOT, IT happened, in the summer of the year 1716, that Dr. ARBUTHNOT and Mr. ADDISON had occasion to take a journey together into Warwickshire. Mr. DIGBY, who had received intelligence of their motions, and was then at Coleshill, contrived to give them the meeting at Warwick; where they intended to pass a day or two, in visiting the curiosities of that fine town, and the more remarkable of those remains of antiquity that are to be seen in its neighbourhood. These were matter of high entertainment to all of them; to Dr. ARBUTHNOT, for the pleasure of recollecting the ancient times; to Mr. ADDISON, on account of |