Addressed to Mr. Fielding
283
Proceed, even thus proceed, blessed youth! to charm,
Divert our heats, and civil rage disarm,
Till fortune, once not blind to merit, smile
On thy desert, and recompense thy toil:
Or Walpole, studious still of Britain's fame,
Protect thy labours, and prescribe the theme,
On which, in ease and affluence, thou mayst raise
More noble trophies to thy country's praise.
