We conquer'd France, but felt our Captive's charms; Her Arts victorious triumph'd o'er our Arms: Britain to soft refinements less a foe, Wit grew polite, and Numbers learn'd to flow. Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic March, and Energy divine. Tho' still some traces of our rustic vein And splay-foot verse, remain'd, and will remain.
