Joseph Addison

William Thompson, "Garden Inscriptions: On the Mount under Addison's Picture" The Poetical Calendar (1763) 8:112.

Just to thy genius, to thy virtues just,
Next Virgil's, Addison, I place thy bust;
Such finish'd graces shine in every page,
Correctly bold, and sober in your rage;
So elegant with ease, so justly warm,
Both raise with rapture, both with fancy charm.
Your muse (no sybil with distortion wild)
Serene in majesty, in glory mild;
Your manly thoughts, in manly robes array'd,
(No tinsel-glitter, and no painted shade)
Command our wonder, while you march along,
Consummate masters of immortal song!
And hark! what notes are stealing on my ear,
Which dying saints might breathe, or angels hear;
As incense grateful to th' eternal king,
And such as Addison along could sing!
Blush, Vice, if Vice can blush, and hide thy face;
A wicked wit is Nature's last disgrace:
Let Virgil, Addison, your patterns shine,
Disdain pollution, and commence divine.
Hail, both! unenvied, and unequall'd pair!
Your happily divided honours share!
And thou, my mount, on Pindus' top look down,
Grac'd with a Virgil, and an Addison.