But who ſhall now the thriving Plants deſcribe,
The Ever-greens, that quickning June imbile,
And furniſh new Recruits to Levi's Tribe?
Sons of the Prophets at Gamaliel's Feet,
Who extract Learning, then refin't to wit,
By the laborious Lymbeck of the Brain,
Condenſe the Sp'rit, and let the Humid parts remain,
No loytring Sing-ſong Muſes trifle here,
Weaving THIN FANCY into Webs of Air;
But here they Wed the Sciences for Wives,
And beat like Hemp at Bridewell for their Lives:
Th' Enquirers here to Ida's Top aſpire,
Parnaſſus cooleſt Springs, can only quench their Fire.
To Learning's higheſt Pinacles attain,
By ſtrong aſſiduous Travel of the Brain,
Raviſh the Muſes, in their Deeps delight,
And learn with the ſame Fury as they fight;
To curious ſearch, to things, and Books ſo preſt,
The Ancients or the Moderns find no reſt,
Till Univerſal Knowledge fills the Mind,
And all the Soul's from Droſs, and Ignorance refin'd.
Hence they to ev'ry ſtrong Attainment reach,
And what they learn ſo well, as well they teach;
In ev'ry Art, in ev'ry Science grow,
