Classic Poem

And so to set two brothers by the ears,
And spin a law-suit out for 15 years,
No other reason by the Bard is found,
Than one poor simple plot of Garden ground[.]
Had a parterre so glowing, and so gay,
As that I saw before me, caus'd our play,
The contest had been noble—here we find
As in a Garden, Nature's hand entwin'd
With art and elegance, the blushing Rose
With lillies mixt, see Beauty's cheeks disclose[;]
Carnations, Pinks, gay Tulips meet our eyes,
And Belles surrounded oft by butterflys.
Some fruit we boast—by Plums we mean rich Cits[;]
Critics are Crabs, and pine-Apples are Wits.
Here too the laurel blooms, and many a Bard
Receives from your kind hand its sweet reward[.]
There is a plant, which, when the lark upsprings
To meet the russet mantled morn, & wings
Its flight towards the East, from lovely bed
Of Parent Earth just rears its dewy head,
And if approach'd by rude, ungentle hand,
Shrinks in itself, and ceases to expand:
But shou'd the Sun its influence warm diffuse
It opens lovely in a thousand hues,
And thus the Muse in chill suspense retires
Till your applause awaken all her fires[.]