When  DESCRIPTION, Fancy's fairy child,
Wild without art, and yet with pleasure wild,
Waking with Nature at the morning hour
To the lark's call, walks o'er the op'ning flow'r
Which largely drank all night of heav'n's fresh dew,
And, like a Mountain Nymph of Dian's crew,
So lightly walks, she not one mark imprints,
Nor brushes off the dews, nor soils the tints;
When thus DESCRIPTION sports, e'en at the time
That Drums should beat, and Cannons roar in rime,
Critics can live on such a fault as that
From one month to the other, and grow fat.