Thus Lin the circling moments past
In raptures too refin'd to last;
When (as his constant court he paid)
Some envious songsters of the shade
Observ'd his motions to and fro,
For merit's ne'er without a foe.
They mark'd the transports of his eye,
His sprightly air and glossy dye;
And all agreed to know, ere night,
What gave the vagrant such delight.