Mark Akenside

The green retreats
Of Academus.

The green retreats
Of Academus.

The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

Such and so various are the tastes of men.

Such and so various are the tastes of men.

This was Shakespeare's form;
Who walked in every path of human life,
Felt every passion; and to read more

This was Shakespeare's form;
Who walked in every path of human life,
Felt every passion; and to all mankind
Doth now, will ever, that experience yield
Which his own genius only could acquire.

At last the Muses rose, . . . And scattered, . . . as they flew,
Their blooming wreaths read more

At last the Muses rose, . . . And scattered, . . . as they flew,
Their blooming wreaths from fair Valclusa's bowers
To Arno's myrtle border.