Etherial

Sure he preſum'd of praiſe, vvho came to ſtock / Th' etherial paſtures vvith ſo fair a flock; / Burniſh'd, and bat'ning on their food, to ſhovv / The diligence of carefull herds belovv.

Etherial visitants of earth, / Foiled benefactors, proves your worth / But sundry texts, disowned in mart, / Light scratched, not graved on man's hard heart?