Listen to the Muse's lyre,

Master of the pencil's fire!

Sketched in painting's bold display,

Many a city first portray;

Many a city, revelling free,

Full of loose festivity.

Picture then a rosy train,

Bacchants straying o'er the plain;

Piping, as they roam along,

Roundelay or shepherd-song.

Paint me next, if painting may

Such a theme as this portray,

All the earthly heaven of love

These delighted mortals prove.

[1] La Fosse has thought proper to lengthen this poem by considerable interpolations of his own, which he thinks are indispensably necessary to the completion of the description.