* PENS HUR S T. INSCRIBED TO WILLIAM PERRY, Efq; AND The Honourable Mrs. ELIZABETH PERRY. By the late Mr. F. COVENTRY, ENIUS of Penshurst old! GWho law of the birth of each immortal oak, Here facred from the stroke; And all thy tenants of yon turrets bold, Inspir❜ft to arts or arms; Where Sidney his Arcadian landscape drew, Genuine from thy Doric view; And patriot Algernon unshaken rose Above infulting foes; And Saccharissa nurs'd her angel charms. a Sir Philip Sidney. Algernon Sidney. Q fuffer O fuffer me with sober tread To enter on thy holy fhade; pour his urn beneath my feet. And fee where Perry opes his door To land me on the focial floor; Nor does the heiress of these shades deny Where Beauty fhines, and Friendship warm, And Honour in a female form. With them in aged groves to walk, Unlike the town-dame's haughty air, Shepherdeffes fuch of old, Doric bards enamour'd told, While the pleas'd Arcadian vale But chief of Virtue's lovely train, A penfive exile on the plain, No longer active now to wield Th' avenging fword, protecting shield, The hofpitable rural feat, The spacious hall with tenants stor'd, Where Mirth and Plenty crown'd the board; Ere yet their Lares they forfook, And loft the genuine British look, The confcious brow of inward merit, The rough, unbending, martial spirit, To live in city fmoaks obfcure, Where morn ne'er wakes her breezes pure, Where 4 Where darkest midnight reigns at noon, But come, the minutes flit away, And eager Fancy longs to stray : An oak in Penfhurst park, planted the day Sir Philip & idney was born, of which Ben Johnson Speaks in the following manner: That taller tree, which of a nut was fet, There let me hang a garland high, Each gave a gift; Sylvanus laft That |