To Mr. Mason

Dear Brother of the tuneful art, To whom I justly bend, I prize, with a fraternal heart, The pleasing gift you send.

With pride, by envy undebas'd, My English spirit views How far your elegance of taste Improves a Gallic Muse.

I thought that Muse but meanly drest When her stiff gown was Latin; But you have turn'd her grogram vest Into fine folds of sattin.

Mild REYNOLDS looks with liberal favor On your adopted girl; And to the graceful robe you gave her, Adds rich festoons of pearl.