Classic Poem

Made and Spoken Extempore, on Hearing him Perform a Solo of Corelli with great Propriety

Envy of foreigners, thy country's pride,
Whose soul is harmony, nor ought beside,
Oh! could Corelli hear thy charming lays,
He'd hug thee in his arms, and give thee praise;
For thou such justice to his works hast done,
He need not blush to own thee for a son.