Although no part of mighty nature be More stor❜d with beauty, power, and mystery; God has so order'd, that no other part Such space and such dominion leaves for art. X We nowhere art do so triumphant see, And changes her sometimes, and sometimes does refine : To its blest state of Paradise before: Who would not joy to see His conquering hand O'er all the vegetable world command? And the wild giants of the wood receive What law He's pleased to give? He bids th' ill-natured crab produce The golden fruit, that worthy is He does the savage hawthorn teach Even she, that chaste and virgin tree, Now wonders at herself, to see That she's a mother made, and blushes in her fruit. XI Methinks I see great Diocletian walk Of Galatea's purple kiss] An idea, conceived, and expressed, in the best manner of Shakespeare. If I, my friends (said he) should to you show Than ever, after the most happy fight, In triumph to the capitol I trod, To thank the gods, and to be thought, myself almost a god. |