Hail! Mistress of Invention! Nurse of Art!
Thou real Blessing, tho' but rarely chose!
Thou cultivat'st the Genius , mend'st the Heart,
Quell'st our vain Passions, and preferib'st Repose!
Thro' Thee, we into our own Souls descend;
Thro' Thee, agnize the Flatt'rer from the Friend!