English poem
To J—N C—DGE, Esq on his generous Entertainment of Sir William Keith, and his Company, at Conestogoe
by Aquila Rose
No sooner KEITH was from Virginia come, But publick Business forc'd him still from Home: To Woods remote he took a painful Way, Nor less Provision made than for the Sea. Those who for kind Respect or Pleasure went, Thought each beneath a Tree to pitch his Tent; Eat his own Bisket, Hams, and private Store, Drink the cool Spring, and hardly dream'd of more. But (false to all our wretched Thoughts) we found A House capacious, and a fertile Ground: Luxurious Dishes grac'd the loaded Board, With all the Bounties of rich Nature stor'd. The flowing Cups with sprightly Liquor smil'd, And pleasant Talk the running Hours beguil'd.
C—DGE to thee we owe this gen'rous Treat, And, forc'd to Praise, thy spreading Name repeat. The 'Delphian Town shall know how well we fare, Since we are sure to feed less sumptuous there.
May those, who ill requite the Kindness done, Be doom'd to nought but Hominy and Pone, And in an Indian Cabbin live alone.
More by Aquila Rose
- To AQUILA ROSE
- To AQUILA ROSE, on Lamenting, in Sickness, to his Friend, of being separated from his Friends and Companions…
- To his Companion at Sea
- To his Excellency Sir WILLIAM KEITH, Bart. on his Journey to Connestogoe, and Treaty with the Indians there
- To Mr. W—M C—R, on the Death of his Wife
- To Richard Hill, Esq
- To the Memory of his Sister, who died on his Birth-Day
- Written EXTEMPORE