Christopher Anstey

William Hayward Roberts, in A Poetical Epistle to Christopher Anstey on the English Poets (1773); Poems (1774) 113-14.

Pardon, my ANSTEY, that I name thee last,
Tho' last, not least in fame. For thee the Muse
Reserv'd a secret spot, unknown before,
And smiled, and bade thee fix thy banner there,
As erst Columbus on his new-found world
Display'd the Iberian ensign. Graceful sit
Thy golden chains, and easy flows the rhyme
Spontaneous. While old Bladud's sceptre guards
His medicinal stream, shall Simkin raise
Loud peals of merriment. Thou too canst soar
To nobler heights, and deck the fragrant earth
"Where generous Russel lies." With thee, my friend,
Oft have I stray'd from morn to latest eve,
And stoln from balmy sleep the midnight hour
To court the Latian Muse. Tho' other cares
Tore me from that sweet social intercourse,
I cannot but remember how I rov'd
By Camus sedgy stream, and on the pipe
The rustic pipe, while yet it breath'd thy lips,
Essay'd alternate strains. Accept this verse,
Pledge of remembrance dear, and faithful love.