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But when we graft, or buds inoculate,
Nature by art we nobly meliorate;
As Orpheus’ music wildest beasts did tame,
From the sour crab the sweetest apple came: 
The mother to the daughter goes to school,
The species changed, doth her law overrule;
Nature herself doth from herself depart,
(Strange transmigration!) by the power of art. 
How little things give law to great! we see
The small bud captivates the greatest tree. 600
Here even the power divine we imitate,
And seem not to beget, but to create. 
Much was I pleased with fowls and beasts, the tame
For food and profit, and the wild for game. 
Excuse me when this pleasant string I touch
(For age, of what delights it, speaks too much). 
Who twice victorious Pyrrhus conquered,
The Sabines and the Samnites captive led,
Great Curius, his remaining days did spend,
And in this happy life his triumphs end. 610
My farm stands near, and when I there retire,
His, and that age’s temper I admire: 
The Samnites’ chief, as by his fire he sate,
With a vast sum of gold on him did wait;
‘Return,’ said he, ’your gold I nothing weigh,
When those who can command it me obey.’ 
This my assertion proves, he may be old,
And yet not sordid, who refuses gold. 
In summer to sit still, or walk, I love,
Near a cool fountain, or a shady grove. 620
What can in winter render more delight,
Than the high sun at noon, and fire at night? 
While our old friends and neighbours feast and play,
And with their harmless mirth turn night to day,
Unpurchased plenty our full tables loads,
And part of what they lent, return t’our gods. 
That honour and authority which dwells
With age, all pleasures of our youth excels. 
Observe, that I that age have only praised
Whose pillars were on youth’s foundations raised, 630
And that (for which I great applause received)
As a true maxim hath been since believed. 
That most unhappy age great pity needs,
Which to defend itself, new matter pleads;
Not from gray hairs authority doth flow,
Nor from bald heads, nor from a wrinkled brow,
But our past life, when virtuously spent,
Must to our age those happy fruits present. 
Those things to age most honourable are,
Which easy, common, and but light appear, 640
Salutes, consulting, compliment, resort,
Crowding attendance to and from the court: 
And not on Rome alone this honour waits,
But on all civil and well-govern’d states. 
Lysander, pleading in his city’s praise,
From thence his strongest argument did raise,
That Sparta did with honour age support,
Paying them just respect at stage and court. 
But at proud Athens youth did age outface,
Nor at the plays would rise, or give them place.