Cenfuram haud curat, famam mediocritèr ardet,
Culpare intrepida, at laudis tamen æqua ministra;
Haud ulli prudens affentaturve notetve;
Se demum mendis haud immunem effe fatetur,
At neque fastidit limâ, quando indiget, uti.

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THE

HOP-GARDEN.

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GEORGI C.

In Two BOOKS.

Me quoque Parnaffi per lubicra culmina raptat
Laudis amor: ftudium fequor infanabile vatis,
Aufus non operam, non formidare poetæ
Nomen, adoratum quondam, nunc pæne procaci
Monftratum digito.----

Van. Præd. Rust.

THE

HOP-GARDEN:

A

GEORG I C.

BOOK the FIRST.

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HE land that answers beft the farmer's care,
And filvers to maturity the Hop:

When to inhume the plants; to turn the glebe;
And wed the tendrils to th' aspiring poles:
Under what fign to pluck the crop, and how
To cure, and in capacious facks infold,
I teach in verfe Miltonian. Smile the mufe,
And meditate an honour to that land
Where first I breath'd, and struggled into life
Impatient, Cantium, to be call'd thy fon.

Oh! cou'd I emulate Dan Sydney's muse,
Thy Sydney, Cantium----He from court retir'd
In Penshurst's sweet elyfium fung delight,
Sung tranfport to the foft-refponding streams
Of Medway, and enliven'd all her groves:

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