1 Improvement extends it's domain; The Shepherds of Britain deplore That the Coulter has furrow'd each plain, And their calling is needful no more. "Enclosing Land doubles its use; When cultur'd, the heath and the moor Will the Riches of Ceres produce, Yet feed as large flocks as before." 2 Such a lucrative maxim as this The Lords of the Land all pursue, For who such advantage wou'd miss? Self-int'rest we all keep in view. By it, they still more wealth amass, Who possess'd great abundance before; It gives pow'r to the Great, but alas! Still poorer it renders the Poor. 3 Taste spreads, her refinements around,