"And the gay vein of sportive Sense / Enrich'd by sterling Innocence; / Th'undrossy treasures of the Mind / Good-humour'd, graceful, and refin'd; / And, rivalling the Seers of old, / Whate'er you touch transmutes to Gold."
— Pratt, Samuel Jackson [pseud. Courtney Melmoth] (1749-1814)
The charm consists in making gold
Pure as if stamp'd in mint divine,--
Eliza, still that mint is thine;
And your sweet Alchemy shall claim,
Beyond the Sage, superior fame.
From that rich mine--a merry heart--
You draw, with more than chemic art,
Of happy thoughts a copious store,
And radiant Gold without the Ore,
And the gay vein of sportive Sense
Enrich'd by sterling Innocence;
Th'undrossy treasures of the Mind,
Good-humour'd, graceful, and refin'd;
And, rivalling the Seers of old,
Whate'er you touch transmutes to Gold.
The Brass of Life, and e'en the Lead,
Turn to this envied Stone instead,
And, by the power of Transmutation,
Grow better by their alteration.
And hence 'tis plain this envied Stone
Belongs to Innocence alone;
And those who are as good as you,
May, if they please, possess it too;
For to be good, and gay, and free,
Is still the best Philosophy.