"Read, maids of Rome, Sulpicia's strain," Read, Britons all, and read again; Read, youth and age, — gallant, severe,— In either art perfection here; In stately prose, or measur'd lay, A lady bears the palm away. Then judge, was ever reason taught In style with terser matter fraught? Pronounce, was ever sacred song More sweetly pour'd from mortal tongue? For her the graceful Three combine Their favour with the tuneful Nine; While thus, in generous zeal, she decks The taintless bosoms of her sex, And sways their hearts, by smile or frown, Content to emulate her own. Read, this, and own our times restore Another Addison in More! P. H.
