In envy rob her, and usurp her name;What would they give, d'ye think, to be the same ?But neither could Eurotas, nor the Po,With poplar shaded, in one channel flew;By diff'rent, and by distant banks they glide,Are rivers both, but various in their tide.There are more beauties, but there's none like thine,There are more versed, but thou hast only mine;No other charms can e'er inspire my muse,And other themes I with disdain refuse.